It’s Mother’s Day weekend, and there is no better time to reminisce about my mom and why I always smile when I think of her. I grew up during a time when she thought you had to cook the meat until it was shoe leather and you ate all of your vegetables out of a can. Sorry Mom, but it’s amazing that I grew up loving food the way I do.
My two younger brothers and I grew up without much money, but until I was older I never realized that we didn’t have anything because my mom always made us feel that we had everything. We were recently talking about how I loved our Sunday night “picnics”. Mom would put papers on the floor and we would have sandwiches or burgers in front of the TV while watching Walt Disney. That would be the one night we could have a coke, so we thought of it as a big treat. She told me they just did that because sandwiches were cheaper and she didn’t want us to think we didn’t have money for dinner.
If someone asked me what foods were my favorite growing up that Mom made, I can name them on one hand. If you asked me if I would still eat them, the answer would be a resounding yes! Fried chicken (that was actually baked in the oven), macaroni and cheese, onion dip and her pies. I still love pie and I still love her onion dip. My children love it so much we have to make a double batch because they will eat the entire bowl.
Birthdays were always amazing. She made me feel as though I was the only one to ever have a birthday. I would pull back my chair to sit down and it would be filled with wrapped packages. The day was always full of surprises, love and the special cake she would make. My favorite was the doll cake. You know the one, the doll is in the middle and she has a cake “skirt”. Mine would always have a frosting hat too, so I guess I was really special!
No matter what was going on, she was always there for me. From wearing the tissue corsage I made her in Kindergarten, going to all my plays and color guard events, kissing me goodby when I left for school and holding my hand and heart when I went through my divorce, she was always the one I could count on.
She is turning 80 in July. It wasn’t an easy life, but it’s been a good one. She was a devoted wife who adored my dad for fifty-five years, as he adored her. She is a great mom, a friend and a caring Nana to my children. There is no way I can ever repay her for everything, but I try everyday. I try to be the person she wanted me to grow up and be. I want to be as giving, as kind and as loving as she is.
I want to make her onion dip.
I love you Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day.