Remember When?
When I moved to Toronto I left behind only a few people who meant something to me. The one person who I miss more than anyone is my Mom. She is the most wonderful person you could ever meet. I didn't always feel this way. She has MANY personal problems. She lashed out at us alot when we were young (to say the least), but was never too proud to say she was sorry.
It took me a long time to realize how much she really means to me. It also took a while to remember how darn funny she was. I remember wonderful times with my mom. She would be quirky and sometimes just plain odd. She couldn't sing very well, but she would scream out the tunes when she liked a song. My belly would ache from giggling so much because she would dance in the kitchen with me and twirl like a mad woman. Every time I got caught in the rain or snow storm, I would walk in the house and there would be my mom standing there with a blanket for me to warm up by the heater. Sometimes she would make weird baby voices to be silly and I would laugh thinking "I wish she could be like this all the time". We would all (me, mom, 3 other sisters) cram onto mom's bed to watch a 13" black and white TV just 'cause it was nice and cozy. She always exaggerated and embellished when she told a story. I always knew the difference, but it was so fun hearing her twist on the events.
My father left when I was just turning 4 and we haven't seen him since. She could have said many mean things about him, but, she always spoke of him with much respect. Every time I would go to the store for her she would always make it fun. She would point at the clock and say "OK, I'll time you....GO" When I would get back she would always say "Holy Moly, did you fly??" I loved the feeling I would get when she said that.
The way I see it is........I look at the person and mother who raised me and I see the person and mother she always WANTED to be. When I think of all of the wonderful things she did for me, all of the bad things just don't matter anymore.
I love my mom and I miss her so much. She is ill and is getting weaker each and every year. But I still see that twinkle in her eye when I visit. Like the look she got when she played a trick on my uncle (burned paper and put the burnt ashes in his grey hair while he was sleeping***classic***)
Take care,
Jenni
It took me a long time to realize how much she really means to me. It also took a while to remember how darn funny she was. I remember wonderful times with my mom. She would be quirky and sometimes just plain odd. She couldn't sing very well, but she would scream out the tunes when she liked a song. My belly would ache from giggling so much because she would dance in the kitchen with me and twirl like a mad woman. Every time I got caught in the rain or snow storm, I would walk in the house and there would be my mom standing there with a blanket for me to warm up by the heater. Sometimes she would make weird baby voices to be silly and I would laugh thinking "I wish she could be like this all the time". We would all (me, mom, 3 other sisters) cram onto mom's bed to watch a 13" black and white TV just 'cause it was nice and cozy. She always exaggerated and embellished when she told a story. I always knew the difference, but it was so fun hearing her twist on the events.
My father left when I was just turning 4 and we haven't seen him since. She could have said many mean things about him, but, she always spoke of him with much respect. Every time I would go to the store for her she would always make it fun. She would point at the clock and say "OK, I'll time you....GO" When I would get back she would always say "Holy Moly, did you fly??" I loved the feeling I would get when she said that.
The way I see it is........I look at the person and mother who raised me and I see the person and mother she always WANTED to be. When I think of all of the wonderful things she did for me, all of the bad things just don't matter anymore.
I love my mom and I miss her so much. She is ill and is getting weaker each and every year. But I still see that twinkle in her eye when I visit. Like the look she got when she played a trick on my uncle (burned paper and put the burnt ashes in his grey hair while he was sleeping***classic***)
I love you Mom!!!!
Until my next post..................
Until my next post..................
Take care,
Jenni
posted by Jenni at 12:36 a.m.
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