” A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.”

I apologize for my lateness. WordPress wouldn’t open. It finally came down to updating my Adobe Flash. I figured it out with very little cursing or impatience.

Today is Mother’s Day. It is the day I honor my mother and my memories of her. Every year I post basically this same entry with only a few little changes.

My mother was amazing. She was generous, fun to be with and was the perfect martyr when she needed to be, a skill I think most mothers have. It was her tone of voice so filled with pain that caused our guilt to well to the surface. “I’ll do it myself,” she’d say. We’d scurry to do whatever she wanted.

My sisters and I laugh often about the curses she inflicted on us: the love of everything Christmas and never thinking you have enough presents for everyone, giving Easter baskets overflowing with candy and fun toys and surprising people with a gift just because.

My mother had a generosity of spirit. She was funny and smart and the belle of every ball. She always had music going in the kitchen as she worked so she could sing along. She played Frank and Tony and Johnny and from her I learned the old songs. My mother drew all the relatives to her, and her house was filled. My cousins visited often. She was their favorite aunty. My mother loved to play Big Boggle, and we’d sit for hours at the kitchen table and play so many games we’d lose track of the time. Christmas was always amazing, and she passed this love to all of us. We traveled together, she and I, and my mother was game for anything. I remember Italy and my mother and me after dinner at the hotel bar where she’d enjoy her cognac. She never had it any other time, but we’re on vacation she said and anything goes. I talked to her just about every day, as did my sisters. I loved it when she came to visit. We’d shop, have dinner out then play games at night. I always waited on her when she was here. I figured it was the least I could do.

My mother loved extreme weather shows, TV judges and crime. She never missed Judge Judy. She also liked quiz shows and she and I used to play Jeopardy together on the phone at night. She always had a crossword puzzle book with a pen inside on the table beside her chair, and I used to try to fill in some of the blanks. On the dining room table was often a jig saw puzzle, and we all stopped to add pieces on the way to the kitchen. My mother loved a good time.

She did get feisty, and I remember flying slippers aimed at my head when I was a kid and one time a dictionary, a big dictionary was thrown which luckily missed though the binding broke. I pointed that out to her and thar made her madder. She expertly used mother’s guilt on us, her poor victims. We sometimes drove her crazy, and she let us know, none too quietly. We never argued over politics. She kept her opinions close. We sometimes argued over other things, but the arguments never lasted long.

Even after all this time, I still think to reach for the phone to call my mother when I see something interesting or have a question I know only she can answer, but then in a split second I remember. When I woke up this morning, my first thought was of her, and how much she is missed. No one ever told me how hard it would be.

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10 Comments on “” A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.””

  1. flyboybob Says:

    Although my mother has been gone since 1961 when I was just a couple of month from my 14th birthday, I still remember her vividly. My memories and your’s are similar because both your mom and mine were are the same generation. Your mom hurled slippers mine threw hard soled shoes. I think they were the most convenient object at the time of her maximum frustration with our behavior.

    Now I have to celebrate the day with my mother in law. Good news though, my spouse is going to take her mother to lunch during the week when it’s not as crowded and I will be at work. 🙂

    Today is another sunny day with highs near 90 degrees. In a couple of weeks the water in the pool should be warm enough to swim.

    • katry Says:

      I always thought it was a good thing she wore slippers around the house. Shoes, if they connected, would have hurt. She was a really lousy shot!

      I am going to a mother’s Day dinner at my friends. Darci, their dog, Gracie and Maddie invited me.

      Right now it is 53˚ with on and off rain.

  2. olof1 Says:

    I always enjoy reading about Your parents!

    We don’t have mother’s day over here until the last Sunday this month.

    Have a great day!


  3. Hedley Says:

    An odd day, coming up on 17 years, gone. Sucks, and time doesn’t really help that much.

    Mrs MDH spent the day with our daughter, I devoted the day to ironing, weeding and watching Tottenham Hotspur. The good guys completed an unbeaten season at the Lane beating the odious Manchester United with ease. All over Asia, wannabes are burning their replica ManU jerseys and expressing indignation.

    Spurs secured second in the league for the first time in 54 years. They have played at White Hart Lane for over 100 years and today was the last game as a new 61,000 seater stadium will be ready for the 2018-19 season and will also host NFL games.

    I wish a very happy Mothers Day to the KTCC Family and happy remembrances for those with Mums that have left us

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      No, time doesn’t really help. As I said, nobody warned us it would always be so difficult.

      A wonderful day for Tottenham.

      Fenway Park has been renovated several times without ruining the bones of the park. I can’t imagine ever moving to a more modern park. Leaving after 100 years seems difficult.

      I’m glad your memories were good ones.

  4. splendidone Says:

    Thank you all for sharing. I am fortunate to have my Mother still with me. Your words always remind me to cherish everyday.

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