Today I called Chris, my sister-in-law. I was going to call her yesterday but then figured why not just wait until today, the anniversary of her mother’s\/my mother-in-law’s death. I’m glad I called her. She’s getting the family ready for a Seder up North but we had a quick chat. I told her I’d lit candles by Evelyn’s picture today but we talked mostly about our kids, and our businesses. She’s a home organizer and is finishing up a support group she was running. I’m an unemployed Granny Nanny just starting my business. I am so glad Chris reminded me of my commitment to writing. I need to remember that as a creative, it is better to do something badly than not create at all. In my case, this goes for writing. Practice, practice, practice.<\/p>\n
For our beloved Evelyn today and all the mothers out there from Bohemian Single Mom’s<\/span><\/a> blog post today:<\/p>\n Real Mothers don’t eat quiche; Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils Real Mothers often have sticky floors, Real Mothers know that dried play-dough Real Mothers don’t want to know what Real Mothers know that a child’s growth The Images of Mother 8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy knows a lot! A whole lot!<\/p>\n 12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom doesn’t really know quite everything.<\/p>\n 14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mom doesn’t know that, either.<\/p>\n 16 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.<\/p>\n 18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!<\/p>\n 25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!<\/p>\n 35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mother’s opinion.<\/p>\n 45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?<\/p>\n 65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.<\/p>\n The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.<\/p>\n The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, I like to think that when the sun came out today, that was Evelyn saying hello.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Today I called Chris, my sister-in-law. I was going to call her yesterday but then figured why not just wait until today, the anniversary of her mother’s\/my mother-in-law’s death. I’m glad I called her. She’s getting the family ready for a Seder up North but we had a quick chat. I told her I’d lit … Continue reading “Beloved Moms”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[631],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=539"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/539\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
they don’t have time to make it.<\/p>\n
are probably in the sandbox.<\/p>\n
filthy ovens and happy kids.<\/p>\n
doesn’t come out of carpets.<\/p>\n
the vacuum just sucked up.<\/p>\n
is not measured by height or years or grade…
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…<\/p>\n
4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!<\/p>\n
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.<\/p>\n
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!<\/p>\n