This I Believe- NPR- Weekend Edition
Weekend Edition Sunday, August 17, 2008 · I believe a girl should know her mother. I mean really know her. On the highway, does she drive in the right-hand lane or the left? When she was a little girl, what did she hang on her bedroom wall? What really makes her laugh? How does she handle a bad day? Does she like to dance?
I lost my mother to colon cancer when I was 5. She was 42. I do not know these things about my mother. I could ask; I have a wonderful father and five older siblings who had the honor of knowing her much longer than I did. But I'm Irish. If you are Irish, you may know what I mean. We don't tend to ask and almost 30 years later, my mother's early death is still a very painful subject for all of us. But I have my assumptions, gleaned from years of careful listening. She was something of a cynic, like me, with a sharp wit. She was quick to laugh. She had a soft spot for children. She loved to read and write. She was loved by many, and we will always miss her.
At 34, I just gave birth to my first baby. Grace, I am your mother. You are stuck with me. By the time you want to know these things about me, you may not think I am so cool anymore. Or, God forbid, I am not here to tell you. But I will be here. If it means a colonoscopy every month for the rest of my life, I will be here. But in case you don't ask, there are some small things about me you should know, if you should ever wonder.
So, I have a weakness for goofy-looking creatures. I know it's sappy, but after loving E.T. since I was a kid, I finally adopted our pug. It was the closest I could get.
My bedroom posters? They included E.T., Duran Duran and Robert Parrish of the '84 Celtics.
I've always wondered what my mother found funny. For me, animals in human clothing always do the trick: a dog in a coat, a cat in a pillbox hat or a chimp in a three-piece suit.
For the record, U2 is the best band on earth. This is not a matter for debate; it's the truth.
I always drive in the right-hand lane. You should know that your mother is a terrible driver. I am best off in the back seat with my eyes closed.
Lastly, if you're in a bad mood, try marching in place vigorously. I'm convinced marching always makes you feel better. It's simply impossible to feel anxious while marching.
Dear Grace, as long as I am here, please ask me anything, anytime. I believe a girl should know her mother.
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Tomorrow marks ten years. Le sigh.
I lost my mother to colon cancer when I was 5. She was 42. I do not know these things about my mother. I could ask; I have a wonderful father and five older siblings who had the honor of knowing her much longer than I did. But I'm Irish. If you are Irish, you may know what I mean. We don't tend to ask and almost 30 years later, my mother's early death is still a very painful subject for all of us. But I have my assumptions, gleaned from years of careful listening. She was something of a cynic, like me, with a sharp wit. She was quick to laugh. She had a soft spot for children. She loved to read and write. She was loved by many, and we will always miss her.
At 34, I just gave birth to my first baby. Grace, I am your mother. You are stuck with me. By the time you want to know these things about me, you may not think I am so cool anymore. Or, God forbid, I am not here to tell you. But I will be here. If it means a colonoscopy every month for the rest of my life, I will be here. But in case you don't ask, there are some small things about me you should know, if you should ever wonder.
So, I have a weakness for goofy-looking creatures. I know it's sappy, but after loving E.T. since I was a kid, I finally adopted our pug. It was the closest I could get.
My bedroom posters? They included E.T., Duran Duran and Robert Parrish of the '84 Celtics.
I've always wondered what my mother found funny. For me, animals in human clothing always do the trick: a dog in a coat, a cat in a pillbox hat or a chimp in a three-piece suit.
For the record, U2 is the best band on earth. This is not a matter for debate; it's the truth.
I always drive in the right-hand lane. You should know that your mother is a terrible driver. I am best off in the back seat with my eyes closed.
Lastly, if you're in a bad mood, try marching in place vigorously. I'm convinced marching always makes you feel better. It's simply impossible to feel anxious while marching.
Dear Grace, as long as I am here, please ask me anything, anytime. I believe a girl should know her mother.
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Tomorrow marks ten years. Le sigh.