This is my mom. The essence of a true lady.
I hope she appreciates the color I added to her flowers, she will.
She scans this blog and chucks her computer out the window when I cuss. Her yard is full.
I've heard her say damn twice..... it must be nice.
And she is nice. She honestly tickled my back in the hospital for 17 straight hours. I also visited the next day...
She was uber-anemic when we were small. This kept her riveted to the sofa hour after hour with us huffing and whining to be taken to the pool. Had it been me, three bathing-suited brats would've gotten the hose again. She took it lying down.
It took weeks to talk her into an aquarium, she wouldn't give in, until she excitedly woke me up in the middle of the night to let me know the first guppy was born. I had a favorite fish that swam backwards. She dropped an adornment on it. It broke her heart to let me know.
As us kids lay in the floor, to watch TV, she'd sit facing us and tell whoever would listen on the phone about all our problems. We were going to be starving and evicted and put in foster care, in random order, at any minute; it kept the floor from popping and held the drapes still.
Watching boo-hoo movies with my head in her lap was the best time in my life.
She was all I had. And it was enough. And still is.
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