Watered Down

My mom ordered a virgin marguerita at dinner tonight.  A little while later we caught her watering it down.  That is so my mom.   SHE isn’t a watered down anything – no no, that’s not what I mean.  She’s just so very quirky.  And, as you may have noticed, I have caught that DNA completely and totally.

She writes these Christmas letters which are so hilarious.  It’s like throughout the day I rarely get to hear that voice that is just hers – the voice inside her head.  Well, I get to hear all sorts of what goes on inside her head, but usually her mind is occupied (and therefore exhorting) the ‘right now’ sorts of things. Lists and scheduling and what kid did what where when and in what.   I want to hear more of the Christmas letter voice.  More concentrated Mom.

I just told her that and she said that is what the Christmas letter is for.  SIGH.  MOM!

I realize that since she moved near us we don’t email anymore.  Unless it’s “Under no circumstances are you to let me leave your house without remembering to grab the milk!”  We shouldn’t need to email.  Of my mom’s four “free” days of the week (ha… ha… ha.  Try as I might there are multiple intrusions that make toast of the rule but we try), we still communicate constantly.  But, again, it’s all right now sort of things.

Anyway, point is; My mom is funny and I never ever want her to die.

 

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Is that a weird place to leave off?  My mom lost her mom whilst pregnant with me.  The sadness and loss are sort of part of my birth story.  Since I was always a bit of a Momma’s girl, when she said  “No one loves you like your mom” I heard that very deep in my heart and now, being a mom, I know that to be even more true than then.

Of course, I also know no one loves you like your dad too.  So… you know, my general position is anti-death.  And more concentrated person time.

Which means making some sacrifices which means…well, I’ll figure that out.