Today is my Mom's birthday. We celebrated on Easter Sunday because today her and my Dad were heading down to Atlantic City, their favorite place to be. Hope you hit it big playing the slots Mom!
As a young toddler, I don't think I was the easiest child. My Mother, just slightly short of the virtue 'patience', seemd to reach the end of her rope with me from time to time. I would be so sassy, hands on my hips, and tell her I was telling my father on her when he got home. That little statement never went over so big, and just infuriated her all the more. Sorry Mom! Then there was the time in third grade when I came home from school and announced to my mother that my teacher was prettier than her. You have to understand, the teacher that I had in third grade was about 4'10" and weighed about 200 lbs. She had stringy salt & pepper gray hair, and a rather large nose with, yes, a large growth on the tip of it. Last but not least, she had several black hairs growing our of her chin. I am NOT making any of this up, I swear. The thing is, this teacher was the nicest, kindest woman ever - her generosity of spirit made her beautiful to me. But my poor Mother!! She will still bring that one up from time to time. Mom, I really did not mean to hurt your feelings!!!
Growing up in a house full of girls, with my Mom as leader of the pack was fabulous. As a stay-at-home mom (as most every mom was back then), she had that dinner on the table every single night by 5:30/6:00. Wish I could do that . . . Our house was always immaculate - I don't mean just clean, I mean eat off the floors at any given time - immaculate! A place for everything, and everything in it's place could have been, and probably was, my Mom's motto. Unfortunately, I didn't inherit this trait; I wish I did. She always was involved in our town or church. Going to meetings, luncheons, modeling in the church fashion show (my very own Christie Brinkley for a mom) I was so proud of her. She was so busy! And social! This trait I can thank my mother for. She always had time for friends and parties, and before she met my Dad, had lots of boyfriends. In fact, her cousins call her "naughty Marie" hmmm, don't ask.
She was also so stylish. Into the car we would cram, my sisters and I, our mother at the wheel, on the way to the mall. She would always buy a little of this and a little of that; and my sisters and I were dressed to the nine's, thanks to her good taste. I have fond memories of her entertaining their friends in our home, my mom looking glamorous in her long flowy "hostess" dresses, cleavaged-out in all her glory (I also did not inherit my Mother's voluptuous breasts, oh well). She would sneak into our rooms and bring us a little snack from the party. She knew we weren't sleeping.
As a teen, my Mom was my best friend. I could tell her anything; she never judged. And she kept the best secrets, no questions asked. She would wait up for me to get home at night, at the kitchen table, signs of worry draining from her face as I walked in the front door. I would tell her not to wait up - yet, she always did. Thanks, Mom.
Yes Mom, it is to you that I owe my mom-ing skill, and so much more. I couldn't wait to be a mom because you always made it look so easy. Well, we all know it sure isn't easy, but it is the best. I'm so lucky to have you - Happy Birthday my sweet Mommy, and many many more. XOXO
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