See…today is the 12th Anniversary of my Mom’s death. Now, I guess I could be all somber and sad and teary, but that hasn’t been a damn bit of good the past 11 times I’ve done it, so I thought perhaps I’d change my tactics today. I’m happy, I’m laughing, and I’m SO appreciative that I had such a wonderful Ma. (See? Only took a dozen years. I’m quick like that – she would be so proud…)
Since it also happens to be Six Months from the ACTUAL “Mothers’ Day Holiday”…… I want you all to call your Mom. NOW. (Don’t worry, we’ll wait…) If you’re lucky enough to live nearby, go hug her and squeeze her and tell her you love her. (And, give her a hug from me, too.)
Now, I know not everyone was as lucky as I, and not everyone has a wonderful relationship with their “birther”. If that’s the case, then tell me – I’LL be your Mom. Seriously. I’ll call you once a month and whine about how you never call, ask if you’re eating right…I’ll even throw in EXTRA guilt from now through January.
Anyway – I made a lil’ playlist in honor of my Fictitious Holiday – and in honor of my Mom. (That would explain all the Italian…) It’s LOOSELY themed – remembering Mom, thank you Mom, things Mom told you that you should have listened to…I mean, it is just HALF Mother’s Day, not the whole enchilada. 😉
I may come back later and make notes about the song choices, but right now I have a little boy who wants to play Candyland tugging at my sleeve, and kids ALWAYS come first. (Guess who taught me THAT? Thanks, Ma.)
Hope you enjoy the music, and the accompanying post I wrote last year on this day.
Flashlights and Old Movies
November 6, 2008
Eleven years ago today, my Mom passed away. You know how people say these things get easier with time? Well, that’s bullshit. They just get different.
Wondering about the title of this post? It’s an example of “Mom Fun.” I was the youngest of four, and the other three were ten, eight and six years older. I kinda got gypped out of having a sibling playmate who was close in age and liked the things I liked, and Mom knew it…so she’d fill that role when she could.
I was also a dork who was OBSESSED with old movies starting at about age 11. Seriously, I was in love with Gary Cooper. I could recite lines from The Maltese Falcon. I had a life sized poster of Rudolph Valentino on my wall. As you can imagine, I was pretty much alone in this obsession…except for Mom.
She was awesome – she would check the listings for the late movies, and on weekend nights, she’d sneak out of bed (I assume she snuck – maybe Dad knew, but sneaking was more fun), creep down the hall with her flashlight to my room and wake me. Blearily I’d follow her downstairs to the den, where we’d snuggle up under the afghan that my Grandma had crocheted, eat chips (couldn’t make popcorn – the smell would wake the whole house!) and watch old movies in the dark. For some reason one particularly stands out in my mind: Weekend in Havana, a 1941 musical with Alice Faye, John Payne, Cesar Romero and Carmen Miranda. The rest of the week, Mom and I would sing bits of the songs, dance around the kitchen and giggle wickedly like the little conspirators we were. Maybe I’ll see if I can find it at Blockbuster and watch it tonight. I bet Liam would get a kick out of the lady with the fruit bowl on her head.
Oh, look! I found her:
Anyway, now I get it when my Mom would stop whenever she thought about my Grandma, smile wistfully and sigh “Oh…..my Mama.” I so get it now.
Well, enough of that – I give you…the wonderful, the beautiful, the intelligent, the talented, the fun, and the very, very loved…