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Submitted by CynthiaP on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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My Mom
My Mom
Even though my mom is no longer with me, I think of her often. She was my best friend in the world. This doesn't mean that we always got along, but never anything too serious. I could always count on her to listen, never telling me what to do, but instead sharing her experiences and lending her opinion to my situation.
My mom was kind of old when I was born, at least for that day and age. She was thirty-eight. She had one son from a previous marriage. Her first husband was killed during the war and buried in France. She was pregnant with me the year he graduated high school. He told me that he was so embarrassed to let his friends see her in that condition. I had one other brother who was eleven years old when I was born.
I can remember her telling me that after two boys she hoped and prayed that I would be a girl. As I was born, the doctor announced it was a girl and she called him a liar. She always liked to dress me up and I don't remember how old I was when she finally quit rolling my hair every night so I could have banana curls. My dad would have to take the curlers out every morning and it would hurt because they would get all tangled during the night as I slept. After a while, they invented foam curlers and it wasn't so bad.
My brother lived at home until he was eighteen and then he joined the army and was stationed in Vietnam for a while. My mom would have us bake cookies to send to him. She was so proud, but so scared that he wouldn't come home safely. He would come home on leave and she would always say that she needed to fatten him up since he was so thin. She wrote to him all the time and looked forward to the day he would be home for good.
My mom never worked after I was born. She was always there to see me off to school and there when I got home. In grade school, we got to come home for lunch and she would be there waiting with something good to eat. She was the mom that drove...
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