Why, she’s delightful!

My mom, Lillie, in high school.

My mom, Lillie, in high school.

Mom, the bathing beauty.

Mom, the bathing beauty.

When I was younger and people told me I looked just like my mom, I’d smile and thank them, but often would catch myself cringing. I mean, really, when you’re young, who wants to look like one of their parents?

Now I realize that she could be green with orange polka dots and a hot pink mohawk, and she’d still be beautiful.

It’s in her pale green eyes that look at my brothers and me with love no matter how stupid we may act sometimes (OK, most of the time), and that sometimes fill with tears when she thinks no one’s looking.

Mom (on the right) and her cousin Deanna.

Mom (on the right) and her cousin Deanna.

It’s in the hair that once upon a time was blond, then darkened to light brown, turning salt-and-pepper like her mom’s hair beginning before her 30s, and finally white once the side effects from the Votrient she takes for renal cancer took hold (though there have been a few threats to dye it purple, her favorite color).

Snow White.

Snow White.

It’s in the goofy grin, sweet smile and deep and/or wheezing laugh she lets run free when one of the storytellers in the family tells an especially good one, or her grandkitty has just made a Galloping Goofball pass and is heading back for another.

It’s in the hands and the arms that hold and comfort me when I’m feeling depressed or otherwise craptastic, while waving me off when I want to take care of her.

Mom, some cute little girl, Great-Granny Gertie, and Grandma Opal.

Mom, some cute little girl, Great-Granny Gertie, and Grandma Opal.

It’s in the sense of family everyone feels around her, related or not.

While I could never be the extrovert she is, I still admire the ease she has around people she just met as well as those she’s known all her life.

We're just as weird on the inside.

We’re just as weird on the inside.

It’s how she taught me that outside differences don’t matter, that it’s what’s inside that makes a person worth knowing (or not). How she instilled in me a rabid curiosity for everything and a love for books, movies, music and life in general.

How family should always be there for each other, whether physically, spiritually or emotionally, no matter how crazy we drive each other.

Here she's the instigator, but she can goof off with the best of them.

Here she’s the instigator, but she can goof off with the best of them.

It’s in her insistence on letting the inner child run free every once in a while for your mental health, because watching Beauty and the Beast (and singing along) is great therapy.

It’s in knowing that no matter how down on myself I may get, she’s there for me and still thinks I’m delightful (because she is, and I’m just like her,complete with the Arp ass and duck feet, and still completely adorable).

*******

The picture of Mama and Daddy in my office.

The picture of Mama and Daddy in my office.

Now when people look at the picture of her in my office and say I look like her, I thank them and feel proud for being even a tiny bit like her.

Mama and me.

Mama and me.

I love you, Mama.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s