Mother’s Day

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Mother’s Day

Most Mother’s Days I don’t think of my grandmother but maybe because I have a new grandson, she is on my mind. I didn’t really appreciate how different she was because she was the only grandmother I knew. I thought all grandmothers watched boxing, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, yelling at the minuscule TV screen for her guy to knock the other guy out. Outings with my grandmother (who made us call her by her first name, Laura) always included a six-pack in a cooler that she called her “Travelers.” Long before I was born, she would leave her four kids with her husband and fly down to Cuba to bet on the horses. She never made cookies but did fix elaborate Mexican dinners and then put all the dishes in the bathtub and made the kids wash them. She told jokes, wore spike heels to work at age 80 and never went out without make-up, fabulous earrings and perfectly coordinated outfits. I don’t wear spike heels, I’m lucky to find two pieces of clothing that work together and I’ve never been to Cuba but when I look at my newest grandson, I want him to remember me as the person I think I am–fun, spontaneous and willing to make a fool of myself if it makes him laugh.

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