Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I'm thinking a lot the last couple days about mothers and motherhood. My Grandma Bernice died when Mom was only four - and Mom missed her all her life, I know. My Grandma Ruth died when I was four. I remember her only barely, only vaguely, but I do remember her. My Grandma Evelyn, my mother's step-mother, was the one Grandmother I had all through my childhood - she lived until I was out of college. And I miss her most of all the three; I remember her best of all, and she was a wonderful lady. I imagine Bernice and Ruth were too, each in their own ways, but I never got to know them as much, as directly.
My mother died only a year after her step-mother, and I miss *her* terribly, as one does. She was wonderful; she was my mother; she was perfect, even as she was imperfect.
And now I am a mother myself, which she didn't live to see, and I wish I could nod and say how right she was in several ways. She wished I would have one just like myself, and I came close - Drew's awfully close to that - and oh my do I sometimes sound like her. And understand why she did.
Now, if only I could cook half so well....
...the boys would still refuse to eat half of it, but *I* would have a better dinner. LOL.
My mother died only a year after her step-mother, and I miss *her* terribly, as one does. She was wonderful; she was my mother; she was perfect, even as she was imperfect.
And now I am a mother myself, which she didn't live to see, and I wish I could nod and say how right she was in several ways. She wished I would have one just like myself, and I came close - Drew's awfully close to that - and oh my do I sometimes sound like her. And understand why she did.
Now, if only I could cook half so well....
...the boys would still refuse to eat half of it, but *I* would have a better dinner. LOL.
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