Today is the day my mother died, 33 years ago. I would give anything for my mom to be here with me now. Although, it wasn’t always like that. I wanted nothing to do with her and God knows, as I am sure many others do as well, that I was not the best daughter. Fast forward to present day where I am now sporting gray hair and oversized wine glass.
I have a daughter which I refer to as my, “mini-mean.” She is my exact duplicate (except for her gorgeous, long, straight hair that never gets frizzy in the humidity) of me.
According to the list below (author unknown), at my age of “29 again” (ok, let’s not call the kettle black), I should be saying, “I don’t want to lose my Mom.” In contrast, my teenage daughter, is saying, “Mom, you are so annoying.” She is not even waiting until age 18. She is ready to leave this house now. What goes around comes around I guess.
How bittersweet today is. I never had the chance to say, “Mom, you were right,” or “I want to go to Mom’s house.” I remember my mom, sick and lying there, smiling. What was she thinking? Did she realize that this is the cycle of life? Or was she smiling because she knew that someday her wish would come true. That I would give birth to a daughter just like me? I have been blessed with a terrific girl and best friend. And luckily, it seems that I only have about 10 more years to go until all my efforts take effect. In the meantime, I have plenty of hair dye and wine on tap.
–Dedicated to Elizabeth Malloy; a kind and patient mother. Thank you.
At 6 years old, “Mommy, I love you.”
At 10 years old, “Mom, whatever.”
At 16 years old, “My mom is so annoying.”
At 18 years old, “I want to get out of this house.”
At 25 years old, “Mom, you were right.”
At 40 years old, “I don’t want to lose my mom.”
At 60 years old, “I would give anything for my mom to be here with me.”
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