Mother's Day 2005
May. 8th, 2005 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puppetmakerHappy Mother’s day to all. To all the mothers an extra happy day.
I have a really cool Mom. I hope I can be as cool as her when I grow up or as Caroline grows up. I remember birthday parties when I was young. At one of them we had these really nice plastic baskets filled with spicy gumdrops. I loved those kinds of gum drops and she knew it. The cakes were always homemade and with butter-cream icing. My mother makes GREAT butter-cream icing.
I can remember my mother cleaning the house while a Beatles album played on the Stereo. I use to spin myself silly to Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da. I can remember Christmases. I remember skinned knees that got an antiseptic that hurt like heck but Mommy told me that it would only hurt a little bit. She was right. I will always remember the look on her face when she walked into Theater Emory after I fell off the scaffolding. I thought at the time she was mad at me because I had promised to be home on time for dinner and I didn’t think I was going to make it. Later I realized she was probably just scared and concerned for me.
I remember craft projects and cookie making. I remember a set of summer playsuits she made me. I was so proud that she let me pick the fabric. I remember other sewing projects and fixed toys when they broke. I remember cookies and kool-aid. I remember having a bad experience with root beer flavored Kool-Aid and Nutter Butters. To this day I can’t eat them. I had asked for her to make the Kool-Aid and she had done so. I think it was pulled off the market.
I can remember being sick and she would check on me. She taught nursing for many years and I hope she imparted her bedside manner to them. The downside was that we really had to be sick not to go to school because she was a nurse and there was no fooling her. We did try but then we got the eyebrow. My mother can raise one eyebrow and give a look that tells you that the subject is closed and she is not going to change her mind.
I offered for many years to come into the first day of class with her new students and say, ‘Hello. I am Kathleen O’Shea, Dr. O’Shea’s eldest daughter and to save all of you some time and angst I want you to know that when Dr. O’Shea says No that’s it. Subject done. There are no if, ands, or buts with that No. Especially if she gives you the eyebrow if you continue arguing.”
The nice thing is that we knew where we stood with our parents. If they said no they meant no and there was not much (any) wiggle room. They also presented a united front. If Mom said No there was no going to Dad and getting a yes and vice versa.
My mother organized my wedding. A massive undertaking that went very well. I think I got my stage management genes from her. She taught me how to pack for trips. She taught me how to pick fruits and vegetables. She gave me a safe enviroment to grow up in. She helped me to follow my dreams. She taught me a lot about the world by example and it is a great one to try to follow.
I am grateful that my Mother is my Mother.
I have a really cool Mom. I hope I can be as cool as her when I grow up or as Caroline grows up. I remember birthday parties when I was young. At one of them we had these really nice plastic baskets filled with spicy gumdrops. I loved those kinds of gum drops and she knew it. The cakes were always homemade and with butter-cream icing. My mother makes GREAT butter-cream icing.
I can remember my mother cleaning the house while a Beatles album played on the Stereo. I use to spin myself silly to Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da. I can remember Christmases. I remember skinned knees that got an antiseptic that hurt like heck but Mommy told me that it would only hurt a little bit. She was right. I will always remember the look on her face when she walked into Theater Emory after I fell off the scaffolding. I thought at the time she was mad at me because I had promised to be home on time for dinner and I didn’t think I was going to make it. Later I realized she was probably just scared and concerned for me.
I remember craft projects and cookie making. I remember a set of summer playsuits she made me. I was so proud that she let me pick the fabric. I remember other sewing projects and fixed toys when they broke. I remember cookies and kool-aid. I remember having a bad experience with root beer flavored Kool-Aid and Nutter Butters. To this day I can’t eat them. I had asked for her to make the Kool-Aid and she had done so. I think it was pulled off the market.
I can remember being sick and she would check on me. She taught nursing for many years and I hope she imparted her bedside manner to them. The downside was that we really had to be sick not to go to school because she was a nurse and there was no fooling her. We did try but then we got the eyebrow. My mother can raise one eyebrow and give a look that tells you that the subject is closed and she is not going to change her mind.
I offered for many years to come into the first day of class with her new students and say, ‘Hello. I am Kathleen O’Shea, Dr. O’Shea’s eldest daughter and to save all of you some time and angst I want you to know that when Dr. O’Shea says No that’s it. Subject done. There are no if, ands, or buts with that No. Especially if she gives you the eyebrow if you continue arguing.”
The nice thing is that we knew where we stood with our parents. If they said no they meant no and there was not much (any) wiggle room. They also presented a united front. If Mom said No there was no going to Dad and getting a yes and vice versa.
My mother organized my wedding. A massive undertaking that went very well. I think I got my stage management genes from her. She taught me how to pack for trips. She taught me how to pick fruits and vegetables. She gave me a safe enviroment to grow up in. She helped me to follow my dreams. She taught me a lot about the world by example and it is a great one to try to follow.
I am grateful that my Mother is my Mother.
