Tag: mom
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What not to say in the bathroom
Driving halfway across the country with my parents is both interesting and reminiscent of car trips when younger. We are driving to Texas so we can pack up their home so they can move back East. But of course I am thinking o summers spent traveling to visit family out west. It is strange not…
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My parents
Whitney recently showed off her new tattoo and wrote about how it was inadvertently her dad’s idea, even though he hates tattoos. Of course, as I was reading this very entertaining tale (seriously, check it out), I couldn’t help but think of my own parents and their relationship with my tattoos … You can see…
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The child becomes the mother. The sister becomes the aunt. And history repeats.
Today, my baby sister will become a mother. How is this possible? I remember the day I met Jenny, the day I became a big sister. My grandmother brought me a doll to give to Jenny, and it became my first gift to her. I felt very big sister about the whole thing, and given…
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She showed me how to love, even when it hurts
My mom used to stick her hand in my mouth knowing I would bite her. That’s love. When I was 12 we trekked all over the Charlotte area looking for the perfect orthodontist. My mom’s dad was a dentist and teeth have always been pretty important in our family. An orthodontist in Hickory offered free…
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Uninvited dinner party guest (wait, that’s me)
Thirty-one years ago today my parents decided to host a dinner party in which I would become the uninvited guest. My mom’s due date was April 30, not March 30, so when she went to the bathroom and there was blood everywhere to say there was a cause for concern would be quite an understatement. I…
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Cold hands, cold hiking, and I miss my mom
Apologies if this doesn’t make much sense. I’m on deadline and I’m sleep deprived. I asked Chris what I should blog about and he said “cold hands make it hard to type.” Which is true – I make a lot more typos when I’m cold. So apologies to those of you who Instant Message with me, because…
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Blue cheese, the Yankees and road trips
About 30 years ago my dad bawled like a baby when he held me for the first time. Has he told me this? No, but I know it must be certain. My mom had to undergo a C-section with me because I would have been breech. I was a month early, and apparently I decided…