Today I called Chris, my sister-in-law. I was going to call her yesterday but then figured why not just wait until today, the anniversary of her mother’s/my mother-in-law’s death. I’m glad I called her. She’s getting the family ready for a Seder up North but we had a quick chat. I told her I’d lit candles by Evelyn’s picture today but we talked mostly about our kids, and our businesses. She’s a home organizer and is finishing up a support group she was running. I’m an unemployed Granny Nanny just starting my business. I am so glad Chris reminded me of my commitment to writing. I need to remember that as a creative, it is better to do something badly than not create at all. In my case, this goes for writing. Practice, practice, practice.
For our beloved Evelyn today and all the mothers out there from Bohemian Single Mom’s blog post today:
Real Mothers don’t eat quiche;
they don’t have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play-dough
doesn’t come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don’t want to know what
the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers know that a child’s growth
is not measured by height or years or grade…
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…
The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom doesn’t really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mom doesn’t know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mother’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
I like to think that when the sun came out today, that was Evelyn saying hello.
