My Mother

It is this time of year that I most think of my mother.  She is the kind of mother that for every birthday party you had early on, she'd order colored bread and make sandwiches with them; make a cake with a doll sitting in the middle or a cake full of pennies.  When I had an operation on my eye when I was six, she brought me a present to open every day along with surprise ball.  I remember standing in front of the pantry in the kitchen in the house in Pauls Valley, Oklahoma in 1955 and telling my mother that I would never leave her.

I physically resemble my mother not in a striking sense but you can see there is a resemblence.  Once upon a time I was looking through her photographs and there was a certain way, a certain pose she took in which she is my double (or should I say I am her double).   I thought it was amazing and wonderful.

What catches my breath is to see my mother get cold easily. To think that her circulation is bad  is frightening to me. Mom has taken good care of herself and she has been blessed with great genes.  At 80, very healthy aside from cholesterol challenges; she has great vision; she exercises and does really well.  She has a great husband and for that, I am eternally grateful.