No SuperMom

In honor of Mother’s Day,
here’s a post for the other 364 days…
[Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column]
Close-up of World's Greatest Mom--No one's perfect!

Close-up of World’s Greatest Mom–Longing to Really Deserve the Trophy

I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so ugly.

At least as far as “dustables” go: Those trinkets you put on your shelf that just sit, collect dust, and look pretty?

Well, this one does the first two, but NOT that last.

No, this was something only a REALLY good friend would give you, knowing you’d laugh every time you saw it. Continue reading

Calling Her Blessed

She wrapped her presents with her eyes closed.

Baking Mom's Birthday Cake

Baking Mom’s Birthday Cake

Why we didn’t wait until Dad got home to do it, I couldn’t tell you. It meant no disrespect for him; he’d obviously helped us buy them. But each birthday and Mother’s Day, we stood on a stool by the washing machine and made Mom close her eyes as she helped us put her gift in a box, cut the paper, fold perfect crisp corners, and put just the right amount of tape on all the seams. As far as I know, she kept her promise and never looked. She always acted surprised when she reopened them…

We tried to get her to close her eyes while we mixed her cake, but I imagine she peeked a little there. Continue reading