Happy Mother's Day to all of you who have had moms. I hope you were blessed with a kind, loving mother. I certainly was. Actually I have been blessed with three 'moms' in my life. My own mother was smart, fun loving, kind, adventurous, strict in the best way and very, very loving. Sadly, she died at age 56. It's a family thing. Both of my grandmothers also died in their 50s. Believe me, when I turned 60 I breathed a sign of relief. My father lived to be 89. That's my goal.
My father remarried and my step-mom was the one who helped me with my wedding plans and was Grandma Wanda to my children. She was a fascinating person who had spent most of World War II in Warsaw, Poland. She had her quirks, but was a good step-mother to my west coast brother, who was only 11 when our mom died.
Then there was my dear Aunt Dora, my father's sister. She replaced the grandmothers I never knew. In the small town where I grew up, she was known by everyone. Not only had she been the baby sitter for a whole generation of children, she was also custodian at our little Lutheran school. A job that involved hugs and cuddles and so much more than just mopping floors. When my mother died, I was teaching in another city two hours away, so Aunt Dora spent many hours each week taking care of the needs of my dad and brother.
Finally there was Helen, my mother-in-law. My first husband was an only child, so our two children were her only grandchildren. She was the only baby-sitter we ever had. My kids loved to go visit Grandma. Even our two little dogs loved to stay with Grandma. Turns out she was feeding them (the dogs) scrambled eggs for breakfast. Years later I learned about some things my children got away with when grandma wasn't watching, like climbing out on the porch roof from my son's bedroom window. It's better that neither she nor I knew about that.
But that should be enough reminiscing to get you thinking about your moms. I hope you can dwell on the happy times.
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