There she is now, darling little girl, in Sioux City, Iowa where she was born, with her Christmas doll, her two brothers, my Uncles Bob and Dick. (I kind of think of him as my first child.) My beautiful mom is eighteen, Uncle Dick is seventeen, and that’s my Grandma on the right.Honestly, that sweet face you see is the one I grew up with. Now she could dress the baby and feed the baby (and comb the baby’s hair) and it moved and drooled and cooed. By now I was my mom’s partner in crime, the “other mother.” These were “our” children.I kissed her goodbye on my way to my Girl Scout meetings while she stood at that stove, sterilizing baby bottles. ” I hissed, my eyes like laser fireballs, “TELL ME.” She understood and told me and I passed my driver’s test. I still remember the smell of the sleeping bags, of hot dirt and pine needles, of bacon and coffee in the morning, the hiss of the lantern at night. I was lucky, for almost the whole time I lived at home, we had a new baby every two years. My mom actually wanted a baseball team when she began having children, not realizing that She ran out of places to put all her trophies! When I grew up and could really see what all she did for us, the sacrifices she made, how non-judgemental and encouraging she was, I realized the role moms play in the world. Wrapping your quartered orange in aluminum foil because waxed paper got all mungy in your lunch bag. I thought it would be wonderful and only right if Moms had more support.I learned my right hand from my left standing in front of the silverware drawer on the right of the sink in the back of this photo. It was such a baby world in our house, the whole place smelled like baby powder, clean laundry, and baking brownies. And here we are out on a boat in Vineyard Haven Harbor — Shelly (BFL), me, Mom, and Chuckie. She gave me two of them, I have them here in my studio. They did what they did, do what they do, with no gold stars, no raises, no one to say, “GOOD JOB.” My mom’s gold stars were ← her children’s artwork.I had been getting spontaneous erections for the past year and a half, but I wasn’t about to embarrass myself by telling anybody about them, especially my Mother. I had already undressed, turned off the light and got in bed.Mom usually went into the bathroom, closed the door, took a shower and changed into a long t-shirt for bed.
That was when I noticed I was getting an erection and it was a big one.I guess I can get some now, but it still makes me sad! Hallel is on her way back to France and will be starting her retreat before her final vows/wedding on the 22nd! This you have been called to do, that you may receive a blessing as your inheritance. He probably lived so long due to his good nutrition. We are praying and preparing to go and support her and celebrate her love and path to Faithfulness! 1 Peter 3:8-9 All of you should be like-minded, sympathetic, loving toward one another, kindly disposed, and humble. My mom was in the car, he was behind the car, and I panicked because I couldn’t remember my right from my left, couldn’t picture the silverware drawer, and was too nervous and frantic to figure it out fast enough. ” She said, waaaay too slowly, “Well, Sue, you know. Here we are, looking at one of her dozens of photo albums. Here’s one of my favorites: She taught me that song when I was little, I wrote the words for it in one of my calendars, but only now, in the age of the Internet, do I get to give the tune with the words! My mom (and dad) gave me a stable childhood, something every child deserves — I think if everyone had that, the world would be a better place. And the more support moms everywhere get raising children, it just follows, the better our world would be.What I need to do one day is to scan all her photos so I have them on the computer. The tables have turned and now we take pictures of her. Because no matter what the circumstances, no matter how much money they have, they are capable of being shelter in a storm, just by being there.