My MOM! I was thinking about her while working outside. It was all good - of course! So, I decided to blog some of those thoughts. Simultaneously, I was thinking about how people (in general) don't express their thoughts enough. Sometimes, they don't even think of all the good things until the loved one has passed away (no morbity here.)
I remember a time in my childhood where I was quite the problem child. When I was in about 8th grade, I remember that Mom tried to bond with me. My thoughts at the time were, "too late!" Now, I appreciate it more than I could possibly express in any written or even spoken word. Since becoming an adult and discovering me, Mom and I have become close.
A specific good memory that I have is when "Fiddler on the Roof" was playing at the 99cent theatre. I think it was 99 cents - you never know how much our memories change over time. Mom spent the day with me and I think it was a school day; we went to that movie. It was extra special because I also remember when "Fiddler on the Roof" was playing in Flint (the play), Dad and I didn't go. Dad and I went to a movie instead; that movie was "Ben" I think it was the sequel to Willard. You know, the rat movies.
I've always looked up to Mom. I have a vivid picture of her in my mind on her way to work, dressed professionaly, I knew that one day, I could also be a "professional" woman. She is a very successful woman. With the help of Dad of course, she brought up 6 great girls while working full - time. I remember one of the times the hourly people at Dad's place of employment went on strike, Mom had to watch out for us kids even more because Dad was working many hours of the day and night. I guess some of the hourly guys didn't like the idea that my dad was essentially doing their jobs; thereby, helping the company survive in spite of the strike. I believe threats of some sort were made, but never had the specifics on that. I think about Dad a lot too and will talk about him in another post.
Those are just a few highlighted moments in my memory. In short, Mom, I love you! The words just don't seem like enough though. Since I live so far away, I don't really have much of an opportunity to express it either, but I try from a distance.
I remember a time in my childhood where I was quite the problem child. When I was in about 8th grade, I remember that Mom tried to bond with me. My thoughts at the time were, "too late!" Now, I appreciate it more than I could possibly express in any written or even spoken word. Since becoming an adult and discovering me, Mom and I have become close.
A specific good memory that I have is when "Fiddler on the Roof" was playing at the 99cent theatre. I think it was 99 cents - you never know how much our memories change over time. Mom spent the day with me and I think it was a school day; we went to that movie. It was extra special because I also remember when "Fiddler on the Roof" was playing in Flint (the play), Dad and I didn't go. Dad and I went to a movie instead; that movie was "Ben" I think it was the sequel to Willard. You know, the rat movies.
I've always looked up to Mom. I have a vivid picture of her in my mind on her way to work, dressed professionaly, I knew that one day, I could also be a "professional" woman. She is a very successful woman. With the help of Dad of course, she brought up 6 great girls while working full - time. I remember one of the times the hourly people at Dad's place of employment went on strike, Mom had to watch out for us kids even more because Dad was working many hours of the day and night. I guess some of the hourly guys didn't like the idea that my dad was essentially doing their jobs; thereby, helping the company survive in spite of the strike. I believe threats of some sort were made, but never had the specifics on that. I think about Dad a lot too and will talk about him in another post.
Those are just a few highlighted moments in my memory. In short, Mom, I love you! The words just don't seem like enough though. Since I live so far away, I don't really have much of an opportunity to express it either, but I try from a distance.
posted by Jan @ 7:37 AM
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