I, like you, have a similar bodytype to my mother – shapley legs and shorter stature.
Only I’m her -son-.

This was my mom’s first mother’s day without her mom and we spent it in grandma’s hometown, (where my mom and I both grew up) we went to the cemetary and there were a lot of people there visiting which made me sort of sad but it was also kind of sweet.

Then we went to the mother’s day recital that my former dance company put on, my grandma was the person who encouraged me to dance and she always loved the annual recital, so naturally when the little 5 year old ballerinas got on staged I started crying like a damn fool in the middle of the theater. *sigh*

Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone who’s lost a mom know that you’re in my thoughts and I’m sending love your way in her honor.

I was kind of blindsided, since we never really did much for mother’s day. I mean, I always sent a card, but we were pretty low key. So I was surprised by how suck the day ended up being.

Sigh. Still busting into tears at cafes. I’m sure I look seriously unstable.

Good post & great picture.

My dad just doesn’t do childhood memories. He worked a lot of overtime and frankly didn’t get to know us that well until we were about in middles school, even though he lived in the same house So he doesn’t know how mom dealt with child related stuff. And he’s not into cute stories even though he adores the kiddos.

I was very jealous of my husband yesterday, and a little mad at him because he didn’t call his mom until aftert teh kids were in bed, and had to leave a message.

On the other hand it was an AWESOME Mother’s day in terms of how I spent it. In lieu of a fancy or expensive present, I asked for them to clean out my dumpster of a car for me, and they did! I have a small fortune to win by turning in those 10 cent Michigan cans. And they took me to my favorite Italian restaurant and I had Tuscan Garlic Chicken, and had the other half for dinner tonight. YUM!

Even stranger than that (I think) is that I’ll sometimes write words/letters like my DAD. I’ve ALWAYS found it strange, and I don’t understand how/why it’s started to happen!

But man oh man, my mom was slender — she was able to control her weight and keep it between 108 and 112 pounds. It’s very simple, she would tell me — and she would tell me about too many calories = getting heavier. Well, I have her general shape — in the 180 pound or however many it is now version! She ate very, very little and I always wonder if she was stoically starving for her whole life or if her slender shape and small appetite were just normal for her.

She never, ever criticized me for my size, though, even though she did sometimes express concerns about my appetite (because she was afraid that my appetite would lead to the size I am now — or bigger), notably when I was 16 and my school day started with my catching the bus at 11:30 am and getting back home at 7:30 pm. There was no break for a meal at all. We had that schedule because the school was way overcrowded and we actually had two student bodies using the same building — one in the morning and one in the afternoon. So they couldn’t schedule us with a break. And I was ravenous when I finally got home. Fortunately, my parents figured out a way to get me home sooner so while I was hungry it wasn’t as bad as it had been.

Never mind that I’m left-handed and she’s right, or that she holds her pen like you’re supposed to while I have some kind of godforsaken between-ring-and-index grip my teachers tried to beat out of me, or that she learned to write in the 60s and me in the 80s, or that I’ve never consciously tried to copy her handwriting (and have in fact sought to avoid it). Every so often I write a word, and then I look at it and think, “My mother could have written that,” and it is a little bit like waking up one morning with someone else’s arm.

Has anyone else found the slightly creepy familial handwriting thing?