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Today is my mama’s birthday and in honor of this special day, I’d like to tell you a bit about the woman who put up with me for oh so many years.

She grew up with three brothers, not easy. She was (and still is) a beautiful woman (I look nothing like her). It’s my understanding that she has a wonderful singing voice. I don’t recall ever hearing her sing, but I remember when we would clean the house listening to her Gordon Lightfoot and John Denver records, she hummed quite a bit. By the way, I still know every word to every John Denver and Gordon Lightfoot song. I will sing them whenever I hear a song, regardless of where I am or who is around, even when they ask me to stop. If she sounds anything like I do when I sing, then whoever told me she had a great voice is a big fat liar.

I remember our holidays were always fabulous – Christmas was filled with music and laughter and way too many presents. I don’t know how they did it, but we were never disappointed.

I remember watching old black and white movies together. I don’t know what they were, but I know that the appreciation I have for the classics is a result of that.

I remember going to church every Sunday, even when there was three feet of snow on the ground and we had to walk there. That’s dedication. I also learned to sit still and keep quiet when you’re really bored, because my mom can squeeze your hand harder than any vice grip if you complained about it. She also can shoot you a look that will truly put the fear of God in you. Quite apropos for church, I guess.

She taught me the importance of being polite and using manners, to open doors for people and to always treat people with respect. I’ve taught my children the same. Most people don’t teach their kids that anymore and it makes me a little sad.

She worked her entire life at the same company and retired just a few years ago; I don’t know anybody who can do that anymore – no such thing as job security – I got laid off after 6 years. I don’t think I could last anywhere for over 40 years like she did, even if I wanted to (which I really don’t). I know she would have rather stayed home with the three of us kids, but she had to work and for that, I’m very appreciative. She loves her family and her grandchildren mean the world to her.

So for that and so much more, thanks Mom – I love you and I hope you have a great day!

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