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PROMPT May 10th The prompt today is very simple: Tell us a story about the person you call Mom. Gosh, this is a tough day for me. I suspected and pretty much knew that this would be our prompt. And I'm trying my best to approach this with a happy and positive heart. But...it's not happening for me. My mom has been gone just over 15 years now. she was my very best friend and I miss her terribly. Every single day. And for some reason I'm missing her more than ever before. I'm not sure if it's the current pandemic keeping us all home where we have plenty of time to think and ruminate. I'm not sure if it's because my 60th birthday is close and I'm just feeling old. And I'm just not sure if I'm feeling lonely. Whatever it is, I need my mom for some reason. In fact, I would give just about anything in this world to talk to her just one more time. If only...that's something I think about a lot. If only... I was lucky to have her for a mom. She was wise in a lot of ways. She saw the world just a little differently than most people. She loved her family above all else. And she loved each of us fiercely. She was everything that made our family what it was and what it is today. She is the reason I laugh and I cry. She is the reason I see life as I do. My mom had a way of looking at things...like I said, just a little differently. She believed that there was a bar we had to pass before we could go out into the world ourselves. She made sure we accomplished three things to her satisfaction before she gave us her blessing to "leave home and leave your mother behind." Obviously we didn't leave her behind, but we certainly left home. Only to return with our own families. All of us still craving her smile, her advice, and her love. And those three things we had to do? Well, they were simple enough, but oh, so important. We had to: 1. Sing beautifully, or play a musical instrument competently. Music was so important to her. She sang beautifully. And she sang every day. Me? I can't really sing. But I play piano and I play the bells. And I appreciate all kinds of music for what it is and the creativity it brings to the world. 2. Speak a foreign language fluently. Culture was very important to her. And she knew we could learn so much about ourselves and other people just by learning a foreign language. She spoke Spanish. Rather, she learned Castilian Spanish. Very formal and very proper. Me? Well, my heart has always belonged to France. So...I speak French. Yes, fluently. I'm a huge Francophile. 3. Read one dirty book. Odd, huh? But she had her reasons for that. She believed everyone was curious about "all the dirty stuff in life." And if we just got it out of our systems we would be fine and see the beauty in life. She made a show of everything when we completed this task. We'd bring her the book we read and she'd take it and ask us if we ever needed to read stuff like that again. Of course the answer was no. And then she'd beat the book on the counter and hand it back to us. We then took it to the trash. And said goodbye forever. Weird, but for some reason it worked. She never told me her book. But I know mine. It was "Coffee, Tea, or Me". In those days it was considered very risque. By today's standards? Not so much. My mom had a reason for everything. She has so much to teach. So much to give. And so much to love. She was my teacher, my confidante, my best friend. She was the reason I am who I am today. I miss her so much. If only I could talk to her one more time. Hug her one more time. See her smile one more time. If only. |
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