My Mother And Me

Eight things about my mother and me.

1.) I am her baby. I probably caused her more anguish in my teen-age years than she needed. Mom is the baby of her family.

2.) We have a tendency to dress a like, unintentionally. When we were living in houses I would go up for a morning cup of coffee and she would be wearing the same shorts, almost the same shirt, and the same shoes. It happened once with our hair. We both like the same music with the exception of “System of a Down.” We both like the same books, food, and TV shows. We can finish each other sentences.

3.) We both are a little reclusive with good intentions. We really try to be more social but we are both uncomfortable around people.

4.) We both delight in small things. What I miss she doesn’t and visa versa. It is neat because between the both of us we see the whole picture.

5.) We sat down one night and drew our dream home. It was alike.

6.) Many moons ago I went to a Regression Therapist. What I recalled was myself as a young girl I was in an attic, holding a white dress, and crying. My grandmother was there in spirit and I felt so loved. I also recalled feeding the chickens, my mother was on the porch, and the feeling of hatred was so strong. In fact, I don’t ever remember feeling that much hatred. I told mom she must have been my grandmother in my past life.

7.) When I had to have a hysterectomy, my mother was with me. I came out of surgery and as they were wheeling me down the hall, I was screaming on top of my lungs “I want my mommy.” Mom said it made her feel good, I was glad I was unconscious at the time.

8.) My mother and I share the love of travel. I am so fortunate to have her as my road partner as well as my best friend.