As I grow older and older the more and more respect I have for my mother. Like many people will say, they have a special close relationship with their mothers. I just can not compare the love that I have for my mother to anyone else in the world. I wonder if my children have those same feelings for me. I think of all the things that my mother did for me as a child. The crap she put up with during my "rebellious years". The endless nights of not sleep and waiting for me to come home from whatever dance club. The house always being so clean. The Sundays she would sit in the garage and do crossword puzzles and do laundry. She pressed my fathers pants and shirts. The bathrooms were always clean and the carpets always vacuumed. My mother always introduced us to new foods all the time. There was always a vegetable on the table be it waxed beans, butter beans, green beans, or brussel sprouts. She always made us try them. She always made dinner, and there were times when we had no money, but there was always food there. She always got creative and there were lots and lots of casseroles and hamburger.
My mother was a very talented dancer. We always had big band going on in the kitchen. She was teaching us to waltz and swing or jitterbug. She would tell us about her slow dances to Frank Sinatra. In the 70's we listened to disco and in the 80's she even put up with my obsession with Duran Duran. Those are my favorite times with mom standing in the kitchen and listening to music. She is also good at playing piano and singing. When I come to her house I always ask her to play specific songs...classical music. I know those songs note by note and beat by beat. They just bring memories to me and a feeling of love. My mother is a great reader and if there is anything to be jealous of is my mothers library of books.
My mother is a lover. She is a hugger and a kisser. Nothing feels better than to receive a hug by your mother. Nothing feels nicer than to hold you mothers hand. Nothing is more comforting than to cry on your mothers shoulder because some young man had broken my heart. My mother loved having kids over. There were many Easter Egg Hunts at her house and games of baseball. I want to say it was flies and swatters. We had nice sleep overs and birthday parties. My mother was not a 50's style mom. I always think of my mother as just keeping it "real". She hated phony people or people who had to brag about their kids. She still does....and my mother is very open minded. She can't stand hypocrites and stupidity.
I can say I have many of my mothers qualities. I can't say that we have dinner on the table every night or that our bathrooms are always clean. I can't really play piano, or sing, but boy can I dance ! I think I know better than to compare myself to a mother from 30 years ago. It was different times, and everything was different. Sometimes, I wish I could take my kids and leave them with my mom. I just feel like she was a better mother than I. I think everyone must feel that way about their mother. Well, not every mom is perfect, and yes there are some people who don't even deserve to be called a "mother". I am just so grateful for my mom...love her. I love my ABBA singing Momma Mia !!!
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