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Today’s my mom’s birthday. I had to steal a pic from her school website because my computer doesn’t have many pictures and won’t let me access the ones on the desktop.



For my mom, family is the most important thing. My earliest memories were of her playing Disney records in the den while we danced around, her singing all the time, her making lunch while I played on the swings after kindergarten.

I remember her making me new clothes for the first day of school. I remember in particular two prairie skirts—remember those? I very rarely wore jeans in those days.

I remember season premier week and Friday nights were always made special. We’d have popcorn or cookies or apples as we settled to watch TV.

I remember her taking me to the school library one day a week during the summer to get books, often the same ones I’d read the week before J Also, she’d take us to the local public library, though she doesn’t particularly like to read herself.

Birthdays were always made special, I got a new dress, and had a party, usually out at my grandparents’ place in the country.

When I was nine, she and my dad divorced, but my mom was determined that family would still be her priority as she pushed her way through college in two and a half years to get a teaching degree.

As I got older, we’d sew together or do crafts together, loving that we had that in common. Now it’s more gardening stuff.

She doesn’t always get me, but she always supports me and I always feel like she’s proud of me.



Happy birthday, Mom!