My fondest memories often revolve around those dances
One of my fondest is
teaching me to dance the Shimmy
on Saturday nights
in our living room
to the tune of Proud Mary
eloquent, poised, graceful, & fashionable,
that still cuts a rug like no one’s business
strong, independent, generous, & kind
No matter what our strife, or struggles, or trials & tribulation
she instilled and still supports the value of family
and everybody just get along
Often, I have said, she put the fun in the dysfunction of our family
My Mom is the beautiful rock and glue
that holds our blended family, with all its personalities, together.
I tease her now that she is the matriarch of our family
But, the power she has doesn’t come from a stern heart
but from unconditional love of what family means.
She has this look, yes we tease her about it,
We try to warn new comers to the value and the meaning of
Can’t describe it, but boy you sure know its meaning when it appears
With a slightly raised eyebrow, in an instant glance
you KNOW to your core that you have gotten it.
No words, just “The look”
but that look, now, in my eyes, is just the reminder of
its what’s most valuable to her
FAMILY and unconditional love for everyone
the older values of respect, manners, etiquette, morals,
and the bright shining Golden Rule
She often has told me, she chose my name
Because I was her jewel.
All that she has done, all that she still does,
and while now, I am ashamed to admit,
sometimes found disdain for at periods in my life.
But as I get older, I now know, has all been the polish for my inner brightness.
My Mom is my best friend, my soft place to land, my voice of wisdom
and I’ll tell you a little secret…..
And as much as I fought it, you are still the woman I want to be most like!
just like when I created the crayola flower garden on my bedroom wall when I was in trouble,
or would just pick the tops of all your beautiful flowers, leaving out the stems
or when I took your package of Oreo cookies and took all the middles to bake you a cake in the easy bake oven
All just to see you smile!
Thank you Mom for all that
you shared with me,
endured for me,
and most of all
A mother’s love is like no other
Can I have the next dance please?