Sunday, February 15, 2009

Where I Went Wrong Raising My Mother

[my mom has always told me that she wants me to write a book about her. I told her I'd have to wait until she was gone. She didn't like that too much, so here's a tidbit of what I've already written.]

Mom, for as long as I can remember, has periodically changed her hobbies/interests. There was the knitting phase, the home improvement phase, the improve the home improvement phase, the gardening phase, the Pilates-guru phase, the scrapbooking phase, the can't-put-it-down novel phase -- the list goes on. She would pour her time and effort into becoming an aficionado of her pastimes. She can tell you the stories behind each photo, the best paint (and paint remover) for just about any project, the most difficult yarn to work with, and how each Christian author taught her something new about spirituality. With each little obsession Mom worked at it a fire and passion that almost made me want to try my hand at the various activities. I suppose that's where I get my love for trying new things.

I will be adding to this in upcoming posts. :]


Christolear said...

Hahaha. Good ol' Italian One.

All American Teenager said...

Great so far :] i like.

Jody said...

since I know your mom, I really like the way you captured her. really cool. it will make her laugh and cry at the same time.

Dani said...

That's guys. I love my family, but they are all crazy. I have some funny stories about them and I hope to one day write a collection of stories about them :]