It's only natural that my business promotes remembering the special women in your life who are moms, whether it's your wife, daughter, mother-in-law or your own mom. I mean, I make handcrafted jewelry, right? It's a no-brainer. However, it's still a tough day for me, and I imagine a tough day for everyone else who has lost their mom. I just want to take a minute to tell you a little bit about my mom.
She loved a practical joke, whether she was the instigator or the victim. Case in point - I grew up in Rhode Island, where there was a military base. My sister and her husband, a Navy man, invited some of his Navy buddies over to my parent's house for a cookout and tennis. While we were waiting for them to arrive, my mom got it in her head that she would get all dressed up in an evening gown and answer the door. So she's got this gown (leftover from my older sister's wedding) over her tennis clothes, and she can't even zip the thing up, fumbling to put the pearl drops in her ears. No sooner does she have the thing on, they arrive. Shorts and tee shirts, you know, normal clothes for a cookout. She answers the door, and the look on their faces. Mortified. Thinking they had under dressed. Backing away saying they were going to change clothes and be right back. She starts laughing, hikes up her dress and shows them her tennis shorts underneath. Nice way to meet new people.
Of course she could take it too. My parents were competitive Scrabble players. I mean competitive. I didn't win a game for YEARS. They would set up the card table right in the middle of the living room, and it was the Saturday night massacre for me. One time, though, I got even. While my mom was in the kitchen getting the snacks ready, my day and boyfriend (later my husband) decided to help me even the score. We arranged for my boyfriend to draw an "A" to decide who goes first, and then he had his letters already in his hand when it came time to reach into the bag to draw the first seven tiles. I still remember the word. Filphot. And my boyfriend played it up. He took his time, moved the tiles around on the tile holder in front of him, scratched his head. My mother was not a patient Scrabble player and the delay was driving her crazy. Finally he drops all seven tiles down, starts to add it up, take 50 extra points for playing all 7, etc. My mom's mouth dropped open. And stayed open. If only we could've all kept a straight face.....
And lastly, the song that reminds me most of my mom. She said to me once, "I really like that new song, Beating Me with a Stick?" What she actually meant was Killing my Softly by Roberta Flack. Never hear it without thinking of my mamacita.
In the comments below, tell me a story about your mom. How was Mother's Day for you?