Another Mother’s Day

In honor of Mother’s Day on Sunday, I sent Grandma a card and a box of Godiva chocolate. The message with the candy were instructions to “not pop it into your mouth like Dad did.” This, of course, referred to the time when Grandpa grabbed a piece of Godiva chocolate and tossed the entire sweet treat into his mouth. Everyone in the room watched in horror and gasped in unison. He did not realize that one must take one’s time while eating this delicacy and savor each bite. After all, eating a piece of Godiva chocolate is not at all like eating M&M’s—my personal favorite.

Speaking of Mother’s Day, let me mention a gift I received one year. Based upon the handwriting, I am guessing it was made in second or third grade and was titled, “Top 10 Reasons Why I Love My Mom.” I am confident that the sender had a difficult time whittling down the list to only ten.

Apparently I was funny, because “I love my mom when she makes me laugh by telling funny stories.”

I always loved, and still continue to love, singing silly songs: “I love to hear my mom sing the On Top of Spaghetti Song, which is a classic tune that I continue to sing today—over twenty years later. Just last week Bryce and I sang this favorite song together.

Scanning through the list is an obvious, but nonetheless, nice-to-see reason to love met: “I know my mom is smart because she knows everything.”

And there you have it, girls. Does anyone remember who gave me this list, and do you have anything else to add?

Happy Mother’s Day.

“I Hate Kids”- But We Know That’s Alt-Facts

I have the best mom, and as the oldest (and favorite) child, I had her all to myself for four years. I have memories of going on outings alone before any of my siblings came along and forced me to lose my title of “only child.”

Grandma used to take me to the Sweet Shop at Del’s Village for ice cream sodas. I especially liked coke floats. I can remember sipping on my drink while sitting on the revolving stools. I felt so grown up.

Like all of you, I loved going shopping with her. There was a store in Rockaway—Robert Hall–where I would hide under the racks while Grandma picked out my outfit. Back then, she probably laughed, because in those days, a child disappearing at a store for a few minutes was not cause for a lockdown.

Almost every day, I would come home for lunch, except when the weather was bad. Some of my favorite sandwiches were ham and cheese, and on Fridays, tuna fish with diced apples—a very weird combination, but tasty nevertheless. I loved it when the lunchbox got warm, and the cheese would be all melted and gooey. In those days, Grandma could put mayonnaise on our sandwiches without worrying about any dangers of it being unrefrigerated because food poisoning was not invented yet.

When the days grew hot near the end of the school year, she would have my lunch ready on the ladder of the pool so that I could cool off before going back to my sweltering hot classroom. I felt so lucky to have a mom who would do that!

After school we would often come home to some nice treat she would bake for us, such as cupcakes or her world famous brownies. I would sometimes do that for all of you, and I remember at least one of you asking, “Don’t you have anything healthy to eat?” I responded by saying, “What’s wrong with you kids. Can’t you enjoy junk?”

I have fond memories of our dinners. How she fed seven or eight of us on their income I do not know, but they were great meals—no kidding— even though it will sound like I am joking. We would have hamburger night, and I was known to be able to eat as many as four burgers on her homemade rolls (dipped in applesauce, of course). My appetite was unstoppable in those days.

Grandma would encourage me to snack before dinner in the hopes that it would spoil my appetite. Meatless Fridays were always special. With her “fondness” for fish, it is a surprise that she didn’t convert years ago. Mrs. Paul’s fish sticks were a common Friday meal, but the best was creamed tuna on toast, with baby peas mixed in for added nutrition. I would have that with applesauce, of course. I truly enjoyed that meal.

We were always a meat and potato family. No Chinese, Thai, or Mexican ever.  I remember Grandpa carving up a single nice chuck steak into seven or eight pieces, and it wasn’t until Dad made a steak dinner years later for me that I surprisingly learned that some people got their own steak at a meal. (“I get my own steak?! I have never heard of such a thing.”) I didn’t know any differently, so I never felt deprived.

As you know, our vacations were simple—a week at the Jersey Shore and the remainder in the backyard making whirlpools in our above-ground pool. Air travel was never a consideration.

Grandma always worked, and in those days, that was much less common than it is today. But dinner was always ready to be heated up, most of the laundry was done, and somehow, the house was in order. I don’t know how she did it, and I never, ever remember her being a big complainer. (Except that she loves to say, “I hate kids.”) As a child of the Depression, she helped support her family, so when she had her own, it was just a natural progression.

I never felt as if she were not there for us. She had her 24-hour job as a mom, her evening job working as the switchboard operator, and still, she found the time to bake cupcakes if someone at school asked her to do so, and proofread my reports.

When Kelly and Jamie were born, Grandma was determined that they know their grandmother despite the “great distance” between us (about sixty miles), so she would come often to visit us. After Kelly’s birth, she stayed for a week or two, since Dad was traveling.

After a while, we were able to move back to New Jersey, and we chose Montville, just under six miles from Grandma and Grandpa’s house. It was so nice to be near them. You all loved having your grandparents nearby and enjoyed being able to visit them in the “city”.

It was great being able to invite them to Grandparents Day as well as those very long, boring dance recitals. (It’s true. It was painfully long, and we all had to endure watching everyone else’s kids waiting for the five minutes before Jamie and Kelly tapped onto the stage.)

When we decided to become vagabonds and start our tour of the Southeast, I know Grandma in particular was really unhappy, because now we were really going to be far away.

For a while, she didn’t know how to contact us, because she didn’t even know what state we were in, let alone the town since we moved so much. I miss having her so close, but I do not miss the cold. I have learned to like grits, like Dad, and crawfish, and actually enjoy being called “ma’am” once I realized that even all of you girls are addressed in this manner.

Thank goodness that long-distance telephone calls are a dinosaur of the past, so we can all chat often.

So have a Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, and thanks for all the memories.

Cashing in the Flowers

Pick a flower

And you will see

The jobs you’ll pick

This week for me!

Mothers Day Flowers

Does this sound familiar girls? This was you first grade Mother’s Day Card to me. Sorry to say, Jamie and Casey, that Kelly was smart enough to remove hers from the house. Apparently, I never cashed in the flowers, so on your next visit, I plan to pick the flowers and put the two of you to work.

There was some overlap. Both of you offered to wash the dishes, which is clearly not a good chore since we have a dishwasher. I will make sure we cook something with lots of pots and pans with messy, caked on food particles.

Your both offered to help cook dinner. I will happily cash in Jamie’s purple flower and Casey’s pink, knowing what great and adventurous cooks you both have become.

The remaining flowers in each vase have different chores. Jamie will make ALL the beds, set the table, spell her name right (It took a while for her to realize I did not spell it the French way: Jaime.), and the best, which never needs asking was to “give you a kiss and a hug.”

Casey will wash the table, dust the stairs (no dust buster for you there), get the mail, and fold the laundry. What—no kisses and hugs?

I must mention another card I found from Jamie. It was a “fill in the blank card,” and there are two particular things she liked about me. Item #6: “I love to hear my Mom sing the On Top of Spaghetti Song.” I always liked that song and need to teach it to Bryce and Lily. “I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed…”

#3 was the best and most accurate of them all. “I know my mom is smart because she knows everything.” This is still so very true.

I will not get eggs, toast, juice and tea delivered by the three of you this year and any other years now. But I will never forget. You always made my Mother’s Days very happy. Thank you!

You’d Love Me Even If…

I found a card from Jamie, and debated on whether to wait until May to share it with you because it’s a Mother’s Day card. Since I don’t know when I will run out of material and Kelly is approaching motherhood again at any moment, I decided I would devote a few posts to this day.

You were in third grade when you gave me this card, Jamie, and I am wondering if there is any psychological significance to the fact that I am standing outside alone next to a tree on a sunny day. I am wearing a yellow and purple outfit, and my shoes are coordinated to my ensemble. You did not forget to add matching yellow earrings. Were your sisters as fashion conscious at this age also?

It’s nice to know that your love for me was not just out of obligation since you said you would love me even if I were your neighbor. Did you love me more than our neighbors Marcia, Margaret and the Han family? I hope so!

I didn’t always like your behavior, and I know you were not always thrilled with the consequences doled out to you when you misbehaved. I am happy it did not affect your love for me.

Your clothes and shoes never had designer labels, but apparently your JC Penney apparel impressed you. I never knew that food was not a requirement to being a parent.

Children are easily satisfied. Feed them, throw some clothes on them, and stir in lots of love. I grew up with a lot less as a child, and never felt deprived because I always felt the love. It touches me so much, Jamie, to know that nine year old you would not want to live in a world without me.

Mothers Day Card pic- Jamie Mothers Day Card- Jamie