My mom is one tough cookie.
She survived childhood polio and a car accident that left her with a crushed skull. Both of which prepared her well to raise 5 children, including identical twin boys (unexpected until she delivered the first one; it’s a great story for another post). She even has all of her wisdom teeth.
She was raised in Atlanta, Georgia, with her three brothers (including identical twin boys, see a pattern) and my Mommo and Gramps. She learned to spell a r-e-a-l-l-y long first name and an even longer German last name. She used to beg her teachers to let her bring in papers with her name pre-written.
Here’s a picture from her wedding day on August 29, 1964.
Almost 56 years later, she has 5 children
and 17 (+1 pending) grandchildren.
Her sense of style has evolved.
But her hair still looks like a big brown football helmet.
Her ability to talk on the phone is legendary.
But she still has no idea how to work a television.
Mom has come to take care of me when all seven of my children were born (and she will have a plane ticket ready for October) She loves to clean my refrigerator and knows how to cook for an army. Her freezer always has a chicken tetrazzini stashed away for a family dinner. And a few Girl Scout Thin Mints (which is beyond my ability to control).
Happy Mother’s Day to my dear, dear mother!
I have forgiven you for this haircut. But not for the Little Orphan Annie perm.