To Mom, with Love

From last year and still entirely relevant. I hope you enjoy this walk down memory lane. I’m not being lazy or anything… okay, well, maybe a little. But hey, it’s Mother’s Day, I’m allowed.

Musings from a Tangled Mind

I’ve apologized and I’ve waxed somewhat poetic and throughout it all, I’ve tried to be completely honest about my hand in the plot to drive my mother insane.

my mother’s look from 1963 on

Oh, she did get me back for some of my shenanigans, although it may have taken a few years…but her curse worked. Worked very well, indeed.

Despite our demonic childish antics — and indeed, those that have continued into our adulthood, my mother has loved us through it all, my brother and me. And you know, I don’t think it’s because she had to. I think she just liked us. Still does, apparently. I can tell. I’m just not sure why.

Motherhood is the only job where your subordinates can do everything in the world to undermine you, yet you still excel in your career…still have a passion for your work…still have pride in your venture. If…

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2 thoughts on “To Mom, with Love

  1. It sounds like your mom is one of a kind and quite wonderful – your apple doesn’t seem to have fallen far from the tree!

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