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My little Mommy, I miss her so!
I've been thinking about my mom a lot, because I miss her, and this kind of popped into my head.
My mom loved, and I mean like you love Lex or Clark or Spike or...you get the picture, anyway, she loved Alexander the Great--loved him! Loved Mary Renault's book, Persian Boy.
She loved Michaelangelo and thought the David was perfect if modest in some areas.
She loved Albrecht Durer's portrait of himself, the young one in the white shirt,where he looks like an angel?
She was fascinated by Ludwig II, thought he was a romantic figure.
She adored Leonardo DaVinci, who was also an angelic looking young man.
And they all share something in common, except old Albrecht, I have no idea there...
So, I'm thinking, this slashing thing--genetic?
Gee! I wish she were still with us, she'd get the biggest kick out of this. So, here I am, feeling a little nostalgic, feeling my roots as it were.
Here's to you mom, thanks for being the good influence on me that you were!
My mom loved, and I mean like you love Lex or Clark or Spike or...you get the picture, anyway, she loved Alexander the Great--loved him! Loved Mary Renault's book, Persian Boy.
She loved Michaelangelo and thought the David was perfect if modest in some areas.
She loved Albrecht Durer's portrait of himself, the young one in the white shirt,where he looks like an angel?
She was fascinated by Ludwig II, thought he was a romantic figure.
She adored Leonardo DaVinci, who was also an angelic looking young man.
And they all share something in common, except old Albrecht, I have no idea there...
So, I'm thinking, this slashing thing--genetic?
Gee! I wish she were still with us, she'd get the biggest kick out of this. So, here I am, feeling a little nostalgic, feeling my roots as it were.
Here's to you mom, thanks for being the good influence on me that you were!
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and yeah, I think maybe she would have, but I *know* she would have loved yours! And you!
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I was maybe five or six years old, and my parents were missionaries in Taiwan. Looooong story. Anyway, we lived in the church thingy, and there was a big felt board with felt characters used for Sunday School. I used to go up and tell myself stories with it, while the choir practiced downstairs. (Explaining my love of choral music and/or hymns as a background for porn? Hee)
The felt board had the silly traditional white Jesus with long shiny hair to his shoulders, and I remember thinking Jesus was so pretty with his shiny shiny hair and long robes. And I knew that Peter was beloved of Jesus, so to me it made perfect sense that Jesus would marry Peter, with all the other disciples gathered around to help celebrate with wine and cake and such.
Mom walked in right as Jesus and Peter were kissing, and she kinda freaked out. I'm not sure what would have happened if she hadn't walked in, quite possibly Jesus would have made a miracle and had a baby, since all the married people I knew of had babies. He's the son of god and stuff, so he could have a miracle baby. My first slash ever was MPREG. *dies*
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She sounds like she was a very cool lady.
:)
*must read Persian Boy now...*
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Now I'm just...sorry to have never met her.
I would LOVE to read those stories if you ever did - that's one of my most favorite times in history.
*hugs*
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Baby, when you get a chance, send me an e-mail with your address, please? I only have a partial address for you! :(
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Random Mom moments. We were watching that movie "Stealing Heaven" when my father came in and said, "That man is naked. And he has huge schlong! Why are you watching porn with your daughter, Mother?"
My mother and I were playing scrabble one holiday years ago, and I didn't have any more words to play. (I thought.) I was all sad. My mother came over and looked at my letters and said, "Oh, silly, look. You can spell *cunt*" She then spelled it for me.
My dumb brother had friends coming over, and he came over to look at our game. He quickly saw *cunt* on the board. He got all hysterical, "You can't have *cunt* on the board while my friends are here. Get rid of it before they get here!" My mother just said, "Oh shut up! *Cunt* is in Chaucer. Grow up!"
My mother was sooo cool.
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I used to be unable to talk about her without tearing up and/or out and out crying, but now, I just can think about the good times and laugh and smile. I even dream about her sometimes, and I wake up very happy about it.
I sure would have loved to have her a lot longer, but I'm glad for the time I had. ((((hugs))))
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The sympathy card that I treasured the most was from a childhood friend who said that she always envied my relationship with my mother because we seemed more like best girlfriends than mother/daughter. I knew that would have tickled my mother and it made me very happy.
I admire you so much because you seem to have that kind of relationship with Baby Girl and Niece. If I had ever had the chance to be a mother (the fates chose otherwise) that's the kind of relationship I would have wanted with a daughter.
My mother was very very close to my brother too, but you know the old saying, "A son is a son 'til he takes a wife. A daughter's a daughter for the rest of her life!" That's how it worked out in our family.
Actually, my father, by siblings, my relatives, and my friends were more worried about me than they were about my father because my mother and I were so close.
We talked on the phone so much, my father cut off the long distance on their phone one month because the bill came out to be like $400 one month. I'm not kidding! My mother made my father feel like such an ogre for cutting us off, he paid it and started up the long distance again. And never said anything else. Hee.
She told her best friend and her brother-in-law (when she was dying) that she felt so guilty for getting so close to me and she hated to think about what her dying was doing to me. I wish they'd told me before she died, so I could have reassurred her, but I'm sure she knows now :)
Hey, wouldn't it be funny if our mothers have met up in Heaven and become buddies? It could happen, you know!
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one night, my mother and I were talking and she worried that she wasn't as good a mother that she could or should have been, and I told her she was the best in the world and that I loved her so much and she was my best friend, and someday I hoped to be as good a mother as she was-and the next day she had a massive heart attack and was gone, two days before my 30th birthday. The fact that I got a chance to tell her how much she meant to me in my life kept me from going completely bonkers, you know?
We're realy lucky, to have had moms like that. I feel sorry for people who never did.
Hey, wouldn't it be funny if our mothers have met up in Heaven and become buddies? It could happen, you know!
It could happen!
Hey, anytime you feel like talking about your mom, or whatever, drop me a line--I'm here! (((((((hug)))))))
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After my mother died, I used to get nearly irrationally angry when people would bad talk their mothers in front of me. It was irrational because I didn't know the intimate details of their relationship, the eccentricities.
I feel so lucky to have the mom I did. I feel sorry for people who didn't, too.
I will come talk to you about my mother. I love talking about her, and I'm glad I found someone who loves talking about her mom.
(((((hug)))))
Wherever our mothers our, I know they're laughing and enjoying themselves, right? They deserve it! ((((hugs))))
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Well, I know first hand how cool your mom is, so--okay. *grins!*
oh, hon
{{{hugsyousotight}}}