Aquamarine

Today is my mother’s 56 birthday. I didn’t forget. Though amidst all the chaos in the last month, I did forget to send a card. I’m feeling pretty bad about the fact that, to my mother’s discovery, I didn’t ever blog about her on her birthday. As I explained, I never knew she really took notice of my blog and instead I always made a little post about it on Facebook for her. Nonetheless, I can see why she’d feel dismayed about that.

Right now the whole world is in a state of uncertainty because of ‘the thing that shall not be named’. But future you, looking back on this post, you’ll know what’s has happened. I just hope we’re looking at it in the past tense.

Last night I went for a drive around town. It was around 10:30pm. I drove around every nook and cranny of Goose Bay, was gone from home about 40-45 minutes. In that length of time I saw a total of 4 vehicles on the road, one of which was a cop car. So many businesses with giant signs in their windows and unplowed parking lots. It is seriously eerie. Felt like I was inside of a tv set.

Anyways, back to my mother. We didn’t always get along. We don’t always get along. In fact, I’m quite sure there’s a lot of things about me that she doesn’t particularly care for but she never says so. Isn’t that the way of a mother though. Loving their children no matter how they turn out?

Last year my mom lost her sister, my Aunt Shirley. She was a huge part of mom’s life, even though they didn’t get to see each other in person a lot they shared many phone conversations. There’s been a lot of upset lately. Life is never simple. My mom and dad aren’t always in the best of health but we’ve been very, very fortunate that things aren’t worst than they are.

My mom always smells like baby powder. She’s used the same Lady’s Speed Stick Powder Fresh deodorant for years now, and every time I hug her I feel like a baby being swaddled into loving arms. For as long as I remember, hers are the only arms I ever have wanted to be in when something is going wrong. Or going right. They’re just where I want to be. She’s the first person I talk to whenever something happens of note.

So whether or not I’ve written about her on here, which I’m certain I have within the 10 years I’ve been up in this joint, the fact remains the same: my mother is my safety net, and she deserves all the love and consideration that life can throw her way.

Love,

M.

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One Reply to “Aquamarine”

  1. Love you till the end of time. You are my bright and shining star. As you so kindly mentioned we don’t always get along, but we will always agree to disagree on some things. I would feel totally lost if we could not communicate. Although on times I don’t have much to say, i think about it all after i hang up the phone. “Brain Farts ” are quite common as we age. Love you my girl and thanks for the mention on your blog.

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