Roger is still with us for the month of May, and he wants us to talk about our moms. But he says not to call them ‘ol(d)… alright, fair enough.
To me, the older I get, the younger my mom looks– it’s either wishful thinking, or good genes. You decide. She doesn’t lie about her age or her weight. She tells the truth, even when it hurts, and if you’re asking for her opinion, you better want to really know what she has to say. She’s not abrasive, though. She embodies unconditional love. I try and pass on those traits to my own parenting, and I think that’s probably the highest compliment a child can give, isn’t it? She tries to make everyone comfortable and happy–mostly with food, and we all appreciate it. The mother’s day card we got her this year has a quote about mother’s and says ‘and can make dinner out of just about anything’ — and that’s true. Everyone that stops by is invited for dinner. Often, my brothers’ in laws are invited if they want to come to family events. My mom actually expected my older brother’s in laws yesterday, but they ended up staying home. The woman is good at stretching dinner to fit as many people as it takes. I hope that someday, I can be as welcoming and open in my own home as she is in hers. I hope that someday, Keeley will look back and think that we were just as welcoming to her friends as my mom was to all of ours.