Mother’s Day is here! We have an unusual tradition that my daughter invented. My daughter and I celebrate Mother’s Day together the day before Mother’s Day. She devotes almost the entire day and we spend it together doing girl things. We chit chat over tea. We buy junk jewelry. We wander in and out and about town. We sit down to lunch. We get reflexology. It is truly a great gift because my daughter is so busy. I have to thank my son-in-law and my grandkids for sparing their mom for the entire day. It makes us feel younger – like when my daughter was in high school.
On the real Mother’s Day, my daughter is the mother that her children celebrate.
She brought me a card and flowers and asked my granddaughter and grandson to sign. My granddaughter sent me a “jewel.” My grandson who is older and can write, refused to sign.
“It’s Mother’s Day,” the six year old lawyer inside him said. “It’s not Grandmother’s Day,” he explained.
And the more I think about it, the more I respect his judgement to honor his Mother on this day! And my daughter promised me that he will get me a card on Grandparents day!
This charming lady helped me get another booking. I will be presenting RAGING AGAINST AGING at Atria Senior Living in Roslyn Harbor. It will be an interactive discussion about the 5 major concerns we all face as we age. I hope this crowd will Age, Rage, Laugh, Cry, Stretch & Kvetch with me! A shout out thank you to Emily Willens of the Great Neck Atria!
I was raised to believe that all of human intelligence can be found on the shelves of our libraries. I have been told that my book RAGING AGAINST AGING is a mix of wisdom and wit. Anyone of the over 100 readers, please consider donating a copy to YOUR library. And remember, I donate a portion of proceedings to Memorial Sloan Kettering for cancer research for the sake of my children and grandchildren.
My daughter has a galley kitchen. Hers is modern and sleek. This kitchen for the HABA doll family is the exact blueprint of my daughter’s kitchen even if it is a bit old- fashioned.
The kitchen has two openings, just like my daughter’s so that the HABA doll brother and sister can run through the kitchen just like my grandson and granddaughter do. The young dolls can drive their doll parents nuts just like my grandkids drive their parent nuts – especially when they are trying to get dinner together.
The HABA mother doll can now yell: “Get out of the kitchen!” WHAT FUN!
I was never interested in my larger family. I grew up in a small, insular community, and heard stories, and saw photos but no one put the stories and photos together. No one gave these people life. My mother was a very negative person. So, I turned my back, went to therapy, and spent years trying to untangle the web my mother had created. And now, I am lonely and aging, and my daughter had gotten my grandson interested in DNA and so, long story short, I managed TO FIND a real second cousin I never knew existed! And here we are. It is true you cannot pick your family members. BUT imagine how great it is to find a relative you connect with and actually like! It fills that emptiness and together you bond and fill in gaps and connect dots and share stories with. And MARLA is a pro at this- for real. I am just the lucky recipient! And if Marla and I lived closer we would probably light the Chanukah menorah together! And we will in our hearts!