I was just 30 yesterday …
… or at least it feels that way !
The picture on the left is of my mother. I believe it was taken on her 80th birthday. On the right is me … age 78 (until the 15th of February!) It feels very strange to see the resemblance and to realize how very OLD I thought she was when that picture was taken.
My mother outlived her husband by over 30 years and “ruled” well in to her 90’s. Even when she became bedridden I knew I could pick up the phone and call her … relying on the advice that would always be there for me, for life-shattering moments or just to be reminded of the ingredients for a favorite recipe.
It was many years after her death before I was able to really let her go. Even now, after gray hair, a college degree and 78 years of experience I find myself every once in awhile reverting to the little girl that dwells within. I still want to pick up the phone and hear my mother’s voice assuring me that “everything will be OK.”
posted by Ginnie at 4:41 PM
14 Comments:
Oh Ginnie--I do understand. While I do not look so much like my mother (she had jet black hair, while I am a redhead), I know that feeling of wanting to pick up the phone...
We are forever daughters, aren't we?
Happy birthday in advance--I am two days ahead of you (Feb. 13), thought a few years behind.
Unfortunately, I'm in that club now too. It's only been two years since mom passed and I too find myself wanting to hear her voice on the phone. I miss her Saturday visits so much.
I look and sound just like my mother. My daughters look and sound just like me (only much, much younger, LOL!!).
Being an orphan stinks.
Love Di ♥
We never, ever stop wanting and needing our mothers, do we?
I lost mine before I was 35..actually, I kind of lost her degree by degree starting at age 18 as she had Parkinson's Disease. It took me quite a long time to stop being angry and confused about the "unfairness" of it all.
Ginnie..you are beautiful!
Have a wonderful birthday.
I don't blame you for feeling the way you do, but I do envy you. My Mom was incapacitated from ailments and drugs and died at age 56. She had ceased being much comfort before then.
Hey, you look pretty good for an old gal. Dianne
How fortunate you were to have a real "mom." Some of us were not so lucky. Her sister, my Aunt Kay, left us just before Xmas... I called her almost everyday, just to hear her tell me she loved me. She never failed to tell me how proud she was of me as my own mother was a piece of work, and I could have taken after her. Yep, sorry, but some women give birth, but they are not moms. Aunt Kay was my Mom. However, I was the better cook! LOL!
She would have been 90 Feb. 7th. How I miss her!
I think we all do that, Ginnie. I still long for my grandmother. You look terrific for your age (in person, and in photos) and your attitude marks you as young, no matter what the calender says!
It was so startling to me the first time I looked into the mirror and saw my mother. My mother died in 1988 and I still see things and smile to think how much she would have like that!
It is amazing to see both mother and daughter looking almost the same age. Well preserved photos. I wonder how you preserved the old photo of your mother.It looks good.
I also remember my parents quite often, how much trouble they took to bring us up,to educate us,to provide for us and be there for us at all times. We also did our share of caring for our own children till they can stand on their own legs.
As we grow older we live on memories both good ones and bad ones.
Your post is very interesting and lovely photos.
Joseph
It is truly amazing how quickly it all goes, and the pace continues to accelerate.
Ginnie
What a beautiful blog on oyur relationship with your Mom. I totally understand.
Rich
Ginnie, my mom will celebrate her 90th birthday this fall and I am thankful.
I cannot believe how long it is since I left a comment on your blog. I am reading these days and not as motivated to be involved with my blog. Let that be my excuse.
I still feel my mother in my life and she died when she was 61 back in 1968. I "hear" her words of wisdom I grew up with. I sometimes think one aught to be able to just pick up the phone and call her.
Me too, Ginnie. I miss both my mother and father. I figure that maybe I have 30 really good years left, if I am lucky. But I am taking it one day at a time.
Unfortunately, I don't look like my mother, but I credit her for giving me an independent attitude and even better, a sense of fun and adventure which is ageless.
I miss her every day.
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