This is the story of an ordinary woman's life in the slow lane. One of my heroes was Erma Bombeck and I always thought I'd write a book like her. I decided to write this blog instead. It is meant as much as a diary for myself as it is a soundboard to the world for every little thing that is in my head. When you read it make sure you hear my sarcastic Chicago accent. Hope I make you laugh, cry and everything in between.
So it’s like this for me.I am a Mama.Both by biology and cosmic gift of the
universe I am grateful to be have a gaggle of kids, sons and daughters of my
I’ve been soccer (or baseball) mom who gets to be organizer,
arranger of snacks and rides, cheerleader, band aid finder.From afar, watched these boys grow into men,
glimpse in the grocery store or the coffee shop.Even today they remember and when I’m real
lucky, they’ll reach down and I’ll get a genuine hug.
I have a soft spot heart for my son’s school friends.Some have touched me more deeply than others,
especially those who are still around, calling my son brother.Two in particular are the near and dear, and
I treasure all the fleeting moments they dig out of their lives to
connect.Simple things mean the most to
me, a thank you note, a conversation, a shy hug.
My flesh&blood nieces and nephews, I’ve known since birth
and love wholeheartedly. Now adults I am
honored to call myself your aunt, and friend. My nieces and nephews of marriage (including
younger cousins) I love you all the more because of the respect you show me as
your auntie.I’ve enjoyed watching you
grow, especially these last 10 years as you’ve all become fine adults with
lives and loves of your own.
My own son, is the sunshine of my heart.My life’s work and sole purpose was to give
birth to and mother this magical creature.My Buddha, twenty years of mothering has taught me I know everything and
nothing.Don’t ask me how he’s doing,
because I’ll be all too glad to tell you.
The daughter of my heart who I fell in love with the moment
I saw her.Climbing out of the back-seat
of a car with a teal zebra backpack, long hair still wet from the shower.Connected at the soul, we have a lot to learn
from each other.
I honor and cherish all these relationships, and send out
love all around.
I remember my own mother and how grateful I am to all my friends,
especially my Chicago people who supported me at my mom’s funeral.She loved you too and I am very grateful the love
& respect showed her.
Lastly, to my friends who, like me, lost their mom’s to the
next world.May we see them when we
cross over into Glocca Morra, run into their arms for a loving hug.