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Yes, Mom, I *know* it's a crappy picture but I am really sick so couldn't go to work so did not have access to a scanner. Isn't it the thought that counts? No? Ergh.
And no, I am NOT wearing some pink, no matter how pretty I'd be if I would just...
My mom and I had a classic love-hate relationship.
Nonetheless, I miss her like crazy.
I loved her a lot.
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1933 - 1998
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It was Ellen's bday (which got pre-empted by a stupid and I don't say that lightly presidential press conference) and people sent in old pictures of her. So it's nice to see one of you, so young!!
and now you all know where segundo's towhead comes from...
How sweet. I love the picture.
Happy birthday to your mom, may she rest in peace; and happy remembering to you -- all of it. I think the photo is lovely.
You really should wear some pink...and GET THAT HAIR OUT OF YOUR FACE!
but seriously, I just made dinner for my mom and was thinking about the way she says "oh honey" to me when I am troubled and what that means to me.
my mother and I are close but we have a strained emotional relationship...I am trying to appreciate her.
It's nice to see a picture of your mom and of you as a little one. Your mom would have loved the picture, I'm sure.
bb - i've been sick this week and have just longed for her cool palm on my forehead feeling for fever.
isn't it funny the little tiny things that help so much?
that photo was taken outside of our church, i haven't been there in 20 years - but in my fevered state this week i dreamt about it. weird how the brain works.
I'll be right over...I will feel your head and make the soup that only a mother can make.
then I will tidy up quietly, watch tv with you for a bit and be on my way.
I lived in Chicago for a while after college, and I stayed with my mom's youngest sister until I found an apartment. I got sick, and my aunt put her hand on my forehead to check for fever, and I nearly burst into tears because her hand felt so similar to my mom's in size and texture and just . . . presence.
I have a pretty close relationship with my mom, but the roles are starting to reverse--or at least even out. She's perfectly healthy, thank God, but I find myself worrying about her the way I know she worries about me. Maybe I should start asking her if she really likes her hair that length, or if she thinks those shoes really go.
Get well soon, Babelbabe.
My mom just called me and gave me some motherly advice on the men in my life. I'm spending the weekend (Friday eve/Saturday morning) with the bunch of surrogate moms from my old church...it's a mom-fest! Get better, dahling.
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