Happy Mommy's Day!
Since it’s Mother’s Day, I thought I would tell you a story about me and my mom, from when I was little. My mom is a huge Beatles fan, so like all kids when they start out listening to music, this meant I was a fan as well. So my mom started me out right at an early age. Anyway, we had to take a lot of trips to the big hospital, more than an hour away from my childhood home, to see my various specialists. My mom would play her Beatles tapes all the way there. Now neither one of us is a spectacular singer by a long-shot, but we can fake it well enough, especially when singing along with certain types of voices…like The Beatles. My mom always did pretty well with Paul McCartney. I was better at the harmony, which usually meant George Harrison, which was lucky for me since he was my favorite Beatle anyway.
So there we would be, in the car on this crappy long drive for a doctor’s visit that was going to suck for me, but these car rides always started out with my mom and me, singing along to Paul and George. And whenever John had the lead, Mom and I would trade off who sang which part. I may be biased, but we didn’t sound half bad.
Still to this day, whenever I hear a Beatles song, more often than not, I find myself singing along with all of George Harrison’s harmonies.
In other Mother’s Day news, I may have written my sister a story about her cats. Yes, yes, I did that. Pippin in particular really likes stories. It’s weird, some cats do, some don’t. Kirk could care less but Papa Bear would get all situated in bed whenever I pulled out a book from the children’s shelf of my bookcase because he knew I was going to read to him. I tell Pippin’s stories all the time and he gets so excited that he has to knead everything and put his paw on my face. For Pippin, it has to be done in this over-exaggerated tone of voice and you have to use lots of words he knows; snuggies, din-dins, Mommy, Brother, kissey-kisses (and then follow it with lots of kisses for him). So with that in mind, I may have written something called ‘Brothers in Beddy-Bye Land’ and then read it out loud to my sister and Pippin - (and Kirk, who thought he was sneakily listening from the doorway, but we caught him!). Pippin lost his little mind. Hey, he knows all those words! Those are his words! That’s his name in this story! It may be the most ridiculous thing I have ever done for her for Mother’s Day, but it was well received by all parties, indeed.
So there we would be, in the car on this crappy long drive for a doctor’s visit that was going to suck for me, but these car rides always started out with my mom and me, singing along to Paul and George. And whenever John had the lead, Mom and I would trade off who sang which part. I may be biased, but we didn’t sound half bad.
Still to this day, whenever I hear a Beatles song, more often than not, I find myself singing along with all of George Harrison’s harmonies.
In other Mother’s Day news, I may have written my sister a story about her cats. Yes, yes, I did that. Pippin in particular really likes stories. It’s weird, some cats do, some don’t. Kirk could care less but Papa Bear would get all situated in bed whenever I pulled out a book from the children’s shelf of my bookcase because he knew I was going to read to him. I tell Pippin’s stories all the time and he gets so excited that he has to knead everything and put his paw on my face. For Pippin, it has to be done in this over-exaggerated tone of voice and you have to use lots of words he knows; snuggies, din-dins, Mommy, Brother, kissey-kisses (and then follow it with lots of kisses for him). So with that in mind, I may have written something called ‘Brothers in Beddy-Bye Land’ and then read it out loud to my sister and Pippin - (and Kirk, who thought he was sneakily listening from the doorway, but we caught him!). Pippin lost his little mind. Hey, he knows all those words! Those are his words! That’s his name in this story! It may be the most ridiculous thing I have ever done for her for Mother’s Day, but it was well received by all parties, indeed.