Randi is a daughter, mother and grandmother. She has a mother who shared her love of writing and is still going strong at 88 years young!
To my mother on the eve of my birth, I thank you....for bringing me into this world, for loving me unconditionally, for instilling amazing values, for believing in me even when I didn't always believe in myself. Of course, if I thank you for the beautiful, happy things, I can't forget to thank you (and bow to you in awe!) for the not so pleasant....the spit up, the dirty diapers, the puke, the sleepless nights throughout the years. The many hospital bedside vigils. And there were many of them, too many! I know you often felt guilty but I hope you know, it never occurred to me to blame you, only to thank you for all the support, love and fierce "mother bear" behaviour. You were my hero and my advocate. Genetics are genetics and anything bad is far outweighed by all the good things (like my love of writing!)
Memories from my Mother
Things I remember and carry with me:
- family dinners filled with lively conversation,
- vacations that showed us our country and bonded us as a family.
- The scent of Chanel #5 and your pink silk suit.
- Roller skating! I was so, so afraid to skate but when you held my hand and took me around, I felt like I could slay a dragon.
- Ditto for ice skating! By the way, I'm not sure you know this but once you stopped taking me, I stopped going. I haven't been in a pair of ice skates since!
- Bursting into song at the least provocation when ever the mood hit you...never caring if the lyrics or tune were right, just enjoying the moment. I still do it...usually embarrassing my kids. It's funny I don't remember being embarrassed but at some point I must have been.
Apples and Trees
I remember the summer I was about 21 and we had a membership to the Holiday Inn pool. We'd all spend the day there and then I'd go home with you and dad. We'd stop for dinner at the Sunrise Pancake house where I'd chill with an ice cold glass of white wine, enjoying the "adult" time with you. I could go on and on because you infused our lives with beautiful memories and continue to be here for me. And I only hope that I am following in your footsteps and giving my children even half of what you gave me. I hope that they know that I will always be here for them, always be their greatest fan and staunchest supporter. After all, I learned from the best! Tonight on the eve of my birth, I salute you, my mother, my friend. I love you.
This article was written last July. In October I went to visit my mother for a week. We had a good visit. She offered me some of her jewelry while I was there. For several reasons, it didn't feel right to take any of it but I went through the motions of going through her jewelry drawer. I came upon the pin in the picture. I told her how much I loved it and how it conjured up the memory mentioned above of her pink, silk suit and Chanel #5. She told me that my dad had bought it for her in 1969 on his way back from a business trip and urged me to take it.She was happy that it held meaning for me. Of all the beautiful jewels in my mother's drawer. This is the only one I took home with me. The only one I wanted.