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Miss Scarlett · 05-08-2011, 10:01 AM

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms.

My Mom was so far from perfect and had nearly as many faults and flaws as me (and mine are too many to count)...but she loved me and my 3 brothers more than anything even though she never actually told us until the last years of her life she spent her entire life showing us.

i have absolutely no memories of being held in a tender, loving way by Mom...not even the hint of one. But there are so many others:

cooking - as long as it could be made with Campbells soup it was dinner;

reading to us at night before we went to bed - both my parents hated "Green Eggs and Ham";

the day she (despite being so self conscious about her twisted back) got into the neighborhood pool so her terrified 8 year old daughter would relinquish her death grip on the pool's edge and learn to swim - this child kept swimming, joined several teams (including college) specializing in the 1500 freestyle;

her being a Girl Scout Troop Leader and Cub Scout Den Mother at the same time;

sewing clothes for me;

cutting my brothers' hair - she only had one cut and was really good at it
cornering me and cutting mine yeah, i wore a scarf on my head for a couple of months;

the summer me and my brothers drove her crazy asking for tuna every day for lunch (so help me we did...LOL);

the day my baby brother and i got her stoned - at her request...she always wanted to try it;

teaching her to disco (also at her request) and her throwing her back out in the process;

her reaction when i finally came out to the family - not good at first but she came around before the end of the conversation;

the first time she told me she was proud of me (in 2006 and i was nearly 47) and it was because of my work in the LGBT community and me not caring about the significant career risks involved;

her insatiable thirst for knowledge that ultimately led her to law school;

watching her in court fighting for children not caring if she made DSS, the Court or anyone else angry over it;

helping her plot and execute surprise birthday parties for my Dad; and

her encouraging us to march in the same parade as the rest of the world but at our own pace or in our own direction and never ever in lock step...

She's not here (she died in 2007) but my memories, including the really bad ones, are always with me and in them i can see her any time i want...

05-08-2011, 10:01 AM	#8
Miss Scarlett Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Relationship Status: . Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: . Posts: 5,530 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,478 Thanked 12,947 Times in 3,419 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	Happy Mother's Day to all the moms. My Mom was so far from perfect and had nearly as many faults and flaws as me (and mine are too many to count)...but she loved me and my 3 brothers more than anything even though she never actually told us until the last years of her life she spent her entire life showing us. i have absolutely no memories of being held in a tender, loving way by Mom...not even the hint of one. But there are so many others: cooking - as long as it could be made with Campbells soup it was dinner; reading to us at night before we went to bed - both my parents hated "Green Eggs and Ham"; the day she (despite being so self conscious about her twisted back) got into the neighborhood pool so her terrified 8 year old daughter would relinquish her death grip on the pool's edge and learn to swim - this child kept swimming, joined several teams (including college) specializing in the 1500 freestyle; her being a Girl Scout Troop Leader and Cub Scout Den Mother at the same time; sewing clothes for me; cutting my brothers' hair - she only had one cut and was really good at it cornering me and cutting mine yeah, i wore a scarf on my head for a couple of months; the summer me and my brothers drove her crazy asking for tuna every day for lunch (so help me we did...LOL); the day my baby brother and i got her stoned - at her request...she always wanted to try it; teaching her to disco (also at her request) and her throwing her back out in the process; her reaction when i finally came out to the family - not good at first but she came around before the end of the conversation; the first time she told me she was proud of me (in 2006 and i was nearly 47) and it was because of my work in the LGBT community and me not caring about the significant career risks involved; her insatiable thirst for knowledge that ultimately led her to law school; watching her in court fighting for children not caring if she made DSS, the Court or anyone else angry over it; helping her plot and execute surprise birthday parties for my Dad; and her encouraging us to march in the same parade as the rest of the world but at our own pace or in our own direction and never ever in lock step... She's not here (she died in 2007) but my memories, including the really bad ones, are always with me and in them i can see her any time i want...