I just talked to my mom – I think it was the third time today. I like talking to her. I have been asking her questions about the incident I am going to write about in my essay. Mom is 80 years old and sharp as a tack. She can’t always hear really well but she is a good sport about it and we often laugh together over the things she thinks she hears me say. I can’t get frustrated with her since I am getting a little hard of hearing myself. My husband can’t hear either so it is really a lot of fun when mom comes to stay.Yesterday when I talked to her for probably the fourth time, we were talking about my dad. I told her that I wish I had known him better and that I felt a little jealous that my ex- husband probably knew dad better in some ways than I did. At first she said that wasn’t true, but I think she was just trying not to hurt my feelings. She later acknowledged that there was a side of dad that was most likely kept for those conversations with the men in the shop. Mom went on to say that she and I know each other better than she and her mother did. Her mom was a quiet woman and they were also not given to bursts of affection. My mom loves to hug people now but we were all a little slow starting when it came to hugging. I learned it from my in-laws, they were much more demonstrative than my own family. We used to joke that we were this way because we were Lutherans – the frozen chosen. I think it is also the way the old Norwegians were. I’ve heard them described as stoic. Mom and I talk about almost anything. She is pretty interesting. She has a lot of funny little habits and I must get that from her since my daughter has described me as being quirky. We are hoping that we can get together again in August when I have some time off school and my daughter Anna can come to visit. It would be fun if mom, Anna and I could all spend some time together. We are all kind of silly, and I think it would be a wonderful opportunity to create some unforgettable memories. I say unforgettable memories knowing that as I get older it is possible I will forget most things. Maybe that is why I write them down so often. So much of what I write is just mundane and random – but I hope that my kids will someday read them and find something to smile about and feel happy. They will never have to wonder how much I love them or if anyone knew me better than they did. I’m glad the family has evolved since dad passed away - I wish we hadn’t taken so long to learn to hug and to be more open with each other. I like to think that dad is able to watch and listen and laugh with us. I hope he knows that I miss him and I hope he would be proud of me. I did hug him a few times and I know he loved me – he was just like most men of that time. They just got up and went to work, came home and got dinner and then played with their toys.
I just talked to my mom – I think it was the third time today. I like talking to her. I have been asking her questions about the incident I am going to write about in my essay. Mom is 80 years old and sharp as a tack. She can’t always hear really well but she is a good sport about it and we often laugh together over the things she thinks she hears me say. I can’t get frustrated with her since I am getting a little hard of hearing myself. My husband can’t hear either so it is really a lot of fun when mom comes to stay.Yesterday when I talked to her for probably the fourth time, we were talking about my dad. I told her that I wish I had known him better and that I felt a little jealous that my ex- husband probably knew dad better in some ways than I did. At first she said that wasn’t true, but I think she was just trying not to hurt my feelings. She later acknowledged that there was a side of dad that was most likely kept for those conversations with the men in the shop. Mom went on to say that she and I know each other better than she and her mother did. Her mom was a quiet woman and they were also not given to bursts of affection. My mom loves to hug people now but we were all a little slow starting when it came to hugging. I learned it from my in-laws, they were much more demonstrative than my own family. We used to joke that we were this way because we were Lutherans – the frozen chosen. I think it is also the way the old Norwegians were. I’ve heard them described as stoic. Mom and I talk about almost anything. She is pretty interesting. She has a lot of funny little habits and I must get that from her since my daughter has described me as being quirky. We are hoping that we can get together again in August when I have some time off school and my daughter Anna can come to visit. It would be fun if mom, Anna and I could all spend some time together. We are all kind of silly, and I think it would be a wonderful opportunity to create some unforgettable memories. I say unforgettable memories knowing that as I get older it is possible I will forget most things. Maybe that is why I write them down so often. So much of what I write is just mundane and random – but I hope that my kids will someday read them and find something to smile about and feel happy. They will never have to wonder how much I love them or if anyone knew me better than they did. I’m glad the family has evolved since dad passed away - I wish we hadn’t taken so long to learn to hug and to be more open with each other. I like to think that dad is able to watch and listen and laugh with us. I hope he knows that I miss him and I hope he would be proud of me. I did hug him a few times and I know he loved me – he was just like most men of that time. They just got up and went to work, came home and got dinner and then played with their toys.
