For those of you who don't know. I am the youngest of 8 children.
My mother was 44 when she had me. I was born on my oldest brother's birthday.
He was 20.
My mom is older than my best friends grandmother.
My brother is older than her mom.
I had a most interesting upbringing, and I loved it.
Once, I got home from elementary school and my mother wasn't in the front room. I started calling for her throughout the house.
Then I heard something strange from the back-room. The TV was making racket of all kinds.
I turned the corner to see my mother in something akin to this:
But with a hairdo more like this:
watching something similar to this:
I was slightly traumatized.
I mean, what if I would have brought home a friend?
Why couldn't my mom just run on a treadmill or watch Tae-Bo like other moms?
Why couldn't she just wear oversized Gap sweatshirts and black yoga pants?
Why was her hair always ratted high and perfectly motionless (even when she exercised); what's wrong with a ponytail, anyway?
Well, because my mom isn't other moms.
She doesn't wash off her make-up when she goes to bed because then my dad would see her at "less than [her] best."
She can make anything she's ever eaten at a restaurant (only hers will contain more butter, sugar, or salt) and it will, of course, be "better."
She wouldn't sleep the entire week before a big dance because she's up sewing me a couture gown.
She's crafty, and she's crazy, and she's mine.
And although it took me a little while to realize it, I wouldn't trade (hardly any of) her quirks for anything.
And I'm even glad I caught a few of them.
What's Great About Your Mom?
Did You Pee-Your-Pants
When You Watched That Video?