Happy Birthday To My Mom!

Yesterday's post was a lot of fun - I should just write a book called "Things You'll Probably Disagree With" and then sit back and rub my hands together and cackle like a silent movie villain. I don't know why ranting is so enjoyable BUT GOSH IT IS.

Today is my mom's birthday! My mother does not enjoy conflict and finds my love of writing ranty posts somewhat stomach-ache inducing, actually. I've written before that I'm not much like my mother, and I'm really not - in fact, I'm sitting here straining my brain muscles trying to think of things we have in common. Um. We both like reading. We've both given birth three times, although one of my three times was by c-section and one of my very, very Mother Earth-y friends once told me, confidentially, that "it didn't really count as giving birth."

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What's that kid doing living in my house then? Sheesh! What a freeloader!

Oh, I've thought of some more things I have in common with my mother: we both like puppets and making up words! We both like pasta! And we both think that my kids are the cutest.

She's a good grandmother - very involved, close to the kids, eager to spend time with them and yet respectful of our space and cautious about intruding into our Parental Business. This is, in fact, my personal idea of what an Ideal Grandmother would be like, and I don't necessarily have much patience with other models. It is a stark place, my mind.

You know what else makes my mom uncomfortable? ME WRITING ABOUT HER. Ha! Mom!

She is modest. I am a show off. True story!

(and I also wrote a short book review of a book I read recently and liked very much. You can read it next, mom!)