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Prompt 2.) Things my mother taught me.
Writing this post is bittersweet because I lost my mom so recently. However, writing about her helps make her alive again for me so I welcome the opportunity to revisit our relationship from a happier perspective. So here goes … a few of the things my mom taught me.
- If you get your colors analyzed, you will end up dressing like a marshmallow. When I was in high school, my mom took us to get our colors analyzed by a lady at a fancy downtown store. We both ended up being Springs and received a color palette with a lot of pastel colors. Now we may have misinterpreted things, but all I remember is that I ended up wearing a wardrobe that made me look like a bag of colored marshmallows. It was awful, and—in a fit of rather laughably tame rebellion—I began wearing colors like dark brown and (shivers!) even black.
- If you want to find out how bad something hurts, have your children do it first. When I was in fifth grade, my mom decided she wanted to get her ears pierced. However, she was worried that it might really hurt. So guess who was her guinea pig? Moi! She took me to get my ears pierced and waited to see how I reacted before getting hers done. Because I was such a melodramatic and overly sensitive child, I guess she figured the pain would be manageable if I was able to survive.
- The art of the sigh. When we were kids, we did everything possible to get out of doing chores. Almost every evening we’d begin with a litany of reasons why we couldn’t clear the table and wash the dishes. But my mother—who may have majored in Maternal Manipulation—would always let out this dramatic sigh that would immediately guilt us into doing our chores. It is an art that I’ve been working on for the past few years. One well-timed sigh and letting my shoulders droop and Mr. Jenners and the Little One (usually) leap to help me with whatever unpleasant task I’m doing.
- How to laze away a weekend. When I was in 7th grade, my brothers and dad went away on a camping weekend. My mom decided that we would have a girls only movie weekend. We stayed in our pajamas, ate pumpkin pie right out of the dish (it was right after Thanksgiving) and watched movie after movie. It was wonderfully decadent and glorious, and I have such fond memories of that weekend. I remember watching An Affair to Remember (the original one with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr) and sitting on the couch, snuffling and crying, while shoveling pumpkin pie into our mouths. What a classic mother-daughter moment!
- If you don’t feel like cooking, burn something and then order a pizza. I remember one glorious day when my mom burnt pork chops (which I detest) and we got to order a pizza for dinner. Even though this wasn’t a lesson she meant to teach me, it stuck with me, and I pull it out when needed.
- You can find incredible strength when needed. You may think that I’m about to write about an emotional moment when my mom demonstrated great resilience in the face of adversity (and she did do that many, many times), but I’m really thinking about the time when our cat Bucky brought a not-quite-dead mouse into the kitchen and batted it behind the refrigerator. My mom—in a feat of strength that astounded all of us, including her—moved the fully loaded refrigerator a few feet in order to get the mouse out of there. Of course, once the danger was gone, she couldn’t budge it and we had to wait for my dad to come home to move the fridge back in place.
P.S. Mr. Jenners forced me to rejoin Twitter today so I could “follow along” as he flew on an airplane to a business meeting. So I figured I would incorporate it into my blogging once I found a plug-in that let me automatically tweet my blog posts. For those of you who like Twitter and communicating that way, my “handle” (is that the right word or is that just for CB radio?) is @jennersreads. Occasionally, I will share my deep thoughts, like today’s revelation when I was cooking dinner: “Highly suspicious of Manwich can claim that it provides a full serving of vegetables.” I will warn you that I have a hard time keeping up with the pace of Twitter so don’t expect much from me in this arena.