mom and mirroring #2.
In honor of Mother's Day, I'm going to write a bit about my mom.
My mom, Margaret or Peggy, was born the fifth of seven girls. She was born to my Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe (who died of lung cancer three years or so before I was born) in Freeport, Long Island.
She grew up there, in a cramped house full of girls. She likes to relay these stories of her life once in a while, to remind us of how easy we've got it. Mom speaks of walking miles through snow to school, and my dad and I just laugh at each other, knowingly.
My mom paid her way through college, or what she made of it. She got her Associates in Cosmetic Marketing from FIT, while commuting back and forth. No bachelors. She worked for Christian Dior a bit and loved it, but gave it up for us, and became a real estate agent, which she still hates.
Her and Neal met in a bar. It's a mystery as to the whole story, since they never seem to properly answer me. Although, my mom tells me my dad's mom didn't like her because she dragged him out all the time. I can see that; Grandma Mary is quite conservative.
My mom was beautiful, and still is. She had really long blond hair when she was younger. It's not as long now, and some people think I look more like her when I straighten my hair.
My mom is a social butterfly who loves to talk. She went out a lot when she was younger, and dated a few guys. Even an "asshole" Suffolk county cop, as she described him. I think it bothers her that I used to not really talk to her. My mom is my friend on a mom level, I tell her a lot of things, but not all. She's been a constant push in my life.
Ever since we were young, she's pushed us to excel in school, as she, I think, regrets not doing so well. She also pushed sports on us, and tried to make us well rounded kids, which she did. She also forced her love of the beach and open water on us. She loves sailing, the ocean and the sand, and anything associated with it. Because of this, she's determined to move to Rhode Island, the Ocean State, one day. She is active in the summer, and likes swimming, having made us learn it early, and windsurfing, which she stopped doing, but my dad teaches us.
Mom probably was the one who made me OCD with lining things up straight, as with all my projects, she would make me make sure things were lined up neatly.
She has pressed honesty as the best policy, even if it hurts sometimes. Growing up, if we weren't that great at something, she would say it.
She's one of the strongest people I know, teaching us the value of family, and taking a hard hit of being cut off for doing what she felt was right. She took her mom in, my grandma, who lived with us for 16 years, even though it wasn't easy for both of them sometimes.
My mom has pressed us to go off on our own and make our own decisions, to be independent thinkers. She has a big heart, and tends to collect people and animals, which she passed on to us. She never minds putting someone up at our house for a night, or a few weeks, as Leigh-Ann as done before.
She is also concerned with people we associate with or date, and is very judgmental. Impress her with manners and above all, say hi and talk to her.
My mom likes going out, and talks for hours when she gets buzzed. Kim says I'm like her when I'm drunk. I've noticed I am, and I'm mirroring her in that. High pitched, Girly voice, I'm always right. Talk for years. Yep.
My mom is a planner and hostess, which I wound up being somewhat with my friends. She has a great eye for decorating, even if entails picking random items off the street.
The only thing she does sometimes that I try not to is hold grudges, but she just thinks I'm a doormat because of how I think.
My mom is a beautiful person, mom, wife, and a strong one at that. I can only hope that I am half of what she is now, and can be when I'm a mom.
Posted via LjBeetle
My mom, Margaret or Peggy, was born the fifth of seven girls. She was born to my Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe (who died of lung cancer three years or so before I was born) in Freeport, Long Island.
She grew up there, in a cramped house full of girls. She likes to relay these stories of her life once in a while, to remind us of how easy we've got it. Mom speaks of walking miles through snow to school, and my dad and I just laugh at each other, knowingly.
My mom paid her way through college, or what she made of it. She got her Associates in Cosmetic Marketing from FIT, while commuting back and forth. No bachelors. She worked for Christian Dior a bit and loved it, but gave it up for us, and became a real estate agent, which she still hates.
Her and Neal met in a bar. It's a mystery as to the whole story, since they never seem to properly answer me. Although, my mom tells me my dad's mom didn't like her because she dragged him out all the time. I can see that; Grandma Mary is quite conservative.
My mom was beautiful, and still is. She had really long blond hair when she was younger. It's not as long now, and some people think I look more like her when I straighten my hair.
My mom is a social butterfly who loves to talk. She went out a lot when she was younger, and dated a few guys. Even an "asshole" Suffolk county cop, as she described him. I think it bothers her that I used to not really talk to her. My mom is my friend on a mom level, I tell her a lot of things, but not all. She's been a constant push in my life.
Ever since we were young, she's pushed us to excel in school, as she, I think, regrets not doing so well. She also pushed sports on us, and tried to make us well rounded kids, which she did. She also forced her love of the beach and open water on us. She loves sailing, the ocean and the sand, and anything associated with it. Because of this, she's determined to move to Rhode Island, the Ocean State, one day. She is active in the summer, and likes swimming, having made us learn it early, and windsurfing, which she stopped doing, but my dad teaches us.
Mom probably was the one who made me OCD with lining things up straight, as with all my projects, she would make me make sure things were lined up neatly.
She has pressed honesty as the best policy, even if it hurts sometimes. Growing up, if we weren't that great at something, she would say it.
She's one of the strongest people I know, teaching us the value of family, and taking a hard hit of being cut off for doing what she felt was right. She took her mom in, my grandma, who lived with us for 16 years, even though it wasn't easy for both of them sometimes.
My mom has pressed us to go off on our own and make our own decisions, to be independent thinkers. She has a big heart, and tends to collect people and animals, which she passed on to us. She never minds putting someone up at our house for a night, or a few weeks, as Leigh-Ann as done before.
She is also concerned with people we associate with or date, and is very judgmental. Impress her with manners and above all, say hi and talk to her.
My mom likes going out, and talks for hours when she gets buzzed. Kim says I'm like her when I'm drunk. I've noticed I am, and I'm mirroring her in that. High pitched, Girly voice, I'm always right. Talk for years. Yep.
My mom is a planner and hostess, which I wound up being somewhat with my friends. She has a great eye for decorating, even if entails picking random items off the street.
The only thing she does sometimes that I try not to is hold grudges, but she just thinks I'm a doormat because of how I think.
My mom is a beautiful person, mom, wife, and a strong one at that. I can only hope that I am half of what she is now, and can be when I'm a mom.
Posted via LjBeetle