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Random thoughts for Mother’s Day
A brief meditation on mom-isms, the Suzuki method and sacrifice
My mother died when she was seventy nine years old. If I end up as she did, that would mean I have eighteen years left. I don’t think of this as being either tragic or morbid. It’s simply data, which one is free to do with as one likes. But what’s been striking about the last decade or so (she passed away in 2007) is the frequency with which I find myself thinking about her and the extraordinary way that she moved through life. And god love her, my mom could really take the cake- and I mean that in any old way you you might imagine.
In honor of Mother’s Day, here are some of my favorite mom-isms which have stayed with me through out the years.
Upon learning that I was no longer a virgin: “Oh Carrie, I never thought you’d be a statistic.”
On taking me to lunch in Italy, during my sophomore semester abroad: “Oh Carrie, do you have to dress as though every day is Halloween?”
On any given afternoon, when I was too old to even react to this comment : “Would it kill you to brush your hair once in a while?”
So, thinking about motherhood, and just life, brings to mind a movie I saw years ago about kids learning to play instruments with the Suzuki method. At one…
