Today is my mother’s 70th Birthday. But you would never know that to look at her. I am fortunate that I have inherited the same genes since no one seems to believe that I am in my 40s.<\/p>\n
My first memories of my mother are a bit of a jumble as all early thoughts are. I remember being in the laundry room in Baltimore. I can remember going to the playground with my mother and playing on the swings and I think I was terrified of the see-saw. I can remember my mother on crutches although I am still unclear as to why she was. I remember boo-boo kisses. My solid memory really starts at 4 when my parents brought home my brother Sean and the move to Boston shortly there after.<\/p>\n
When we were sick my mother was our Florence Nightingale. Checking to make sure we were comfortable and helping us to get better. On the flip side, since she was a nurse we had to be really sick to get out of school. I can remember my friends deciding to take a “sick” day and getting to stay home but not me. I did learn how to tell the difference between being sick and really being sick. I can remember the look on her face when she came in to the theater after I fell off the scaffolding. I told her I was sorry not because I had fallen but I had promised her that I would be home to dinner on time for a change and I knew I probably wasn’t keeping that promise. She forgave me.<\/p>\n
My mother has always liked spending time at the beach. My parents would pack us all up in the car and we would drive to St. Augustine for a week at a beach house. We were allowed one box for books and toys which made sense considering all the other stuff we had to bring. Those were great vacations and now I take Caroline to St. Augustine to spend a week at the beach with her grandparents. My mother loves to walk up and down the beach. I have lots of fond memories of conversations we have had over the years on those beaches.<\/p>\n
She taught us a lot by example. We learned by watching her deal with others. And she showed infinite patients with some that I really thought (at the time) she should just tell off. And she was right in what she did. It took a while for the situation(s) to sort out but when they did, she was proven right and justice was done.<\/p>\n
I know that I am very lucky that I can talk to my mother on just about any subject. We have a close relationship that I treasure very much.<\/p>\n
She has also been a wonderful grandmother to Caroline. I can remember the look on my mother’s face when she first saw Caroline in my arms. Caroline was 3 days old. My parents came up at no little expense because I really wanted my Mommy now that I was a Mommy. She helped me get back on an even keel after the birth of my daughter.<\/p>\n
I love you Mom. Happy Birthday! Have a great dinner tonight.<\/p>\n
I am so grateful that my mother is my mother.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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