The winner of one of our favorite mugs is Laura P. I know she loves her little brown mug, and I hope that she will love one of our favorite mugs, too. Check back tomorrow for a look at our next drawing, where, you, too, will have the opportunity to win!
Nancy Friday wrote, “When I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman who helped me give birth to myself.” My mom, who died 12 years ago, birthed me under a fog of drugs, my dad pacing in the waiting room. The doctor emerged, and informed him that all 20 digits were present and accounted for; this pleased my Dad greatly. Babies were taken from their mothers in those days, and scheduling feedings and sleep was encouraged. My mom wanted desperately to nurse me, but she was told that it would not be safe since she had a heart condition. (Really) Days later, she returned home with this free-spirited number two daughter, who, from the day she was born, didn’t play by the rules.
Last year, I wrote about my mom in this space. I ask your indulgence as I repost it now.
I have mixed feelings on this day of days. I am reminded that I am a motherless child and that there are so many things I would ask my mom if she were here. I can still hear her voice on the phone, “Hi, Doll.” And I can see the young mother with 2 daughters making grilled cheese sandwiches to go with the tomato soup that came out of the red and white can. I think of the woman who witnessed this daughter’s journey for independence and to find her own way. The woman who didn’t understand the choices her daughter made and had her own struggle to accept them. The woman who loved her granddaughters unconditionally.
I remember my mother in her ICU bed, telling me that I had taught her a lot about being a mother, and thanking me. I remember one of her gifts to me when I didn’t know where to be—at her bedside or at home with my husband and daughters. She said, “I love you. Go home. With my blessing.” I came home on February 15th to my husband playing outside with our daughters. There was a sign on the door. Happy Valentine’s Day. They had moved the day on the calendar so we could celebrate it together. On this day, as I walked with the dogs, I thought of the sweetnesses that I have experienced in these woods, of #1 daughter being a pony or a unicorn, galloping through the woods, hair flying as her spirit soared. Of #2 daughter stopping at each Jack-in-the-Pulpit to make sure Jack was home. “Hello, Jack,” she said each and every time. Of my mother-in-law, reminding me that I am her other daughter, her daughter-in-love.
Happy Mothers’ Day to us all. Those of us who are one, who made one, and who have or had one. Take a moment to cherish those you love.
Thanks to these fine women, among many others, who have shared their thoughts on this day, we who do the very best we can with the tools we have at any given time:
You still have time to send me your mug shot! Send me a photo of your favorite mug for a chance to win one of ours. I’ll be drawing a name Sunday, May 9 (in NE Ohio). For a look at some mug shots that have already been posted, wander over here. Scroll down to see what other folks are drinking out of, and, as always, feel free to leave me a comment, or a stone (o), to let me know you’ve stopped by.
On Monday, I invitedyou to send me your mug shot for a chance to win one of our mugs. Folks have started to send me shots of their favorite mugs. I’ve posted some below. There’s still time to be entered into the drawing. It will be one of my high tech drawings, where I pick a name out of a hat. Perhaps it would be appropriate for me to draw a name out of a mug! The contest closes Sunday, May 9, at 12:01 AM.
Send your mug shot to: from skilled hands@ g mail DOT com (remove spaces).
As I sit sipping my coffee with frothed, steamed milk, I cradle my sacred mug in my hands. The mug’s the thing, more than it’s contents. It’s handle, user friendly; it’s body rounded to fit in my hands. Mugs are a personal thing.
Last summer I asked what you like in a mug. Since Spring has finally really arrived in my Valley, it’s time to ask again. What do you like in a mug?
Send me your mug shot, and I’ll enter your name in a drawing for one of our favorite mugs. Using my usual high tech method, in which I draw a name from a hat, I will draw a name on Sunday, May 9, and post the winner in next week’s MTM post.
Send your photo to me: from skilled hands AT gmail DOT com.
Visit My Town Monday to see who has what to say about his or her town.
The winner of one of our favorite mugs is Laura P. I know she loves her little brown mug, and I hope that she will love one of our favorite mugs, too. Check back tomorrow for a look at our next drawing, where, you, too, will have the opportunity to win!
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Nancy Friday wrote, “When I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman who helped me give birth to myself.” My mom, who died 12 years ago, birthed me under a fog of drugs, my dad pacing in the waiting room. The doctor emerged, and informed him that all 20 digits were present and accounted for; this pleased my Dad greatly. Babies were taken from their mothers in those days, and scheduling feedings and sleep was encouraged. My mom wanted desperately to nurse me, but she was told that it would not be safe since she had a heart condition. (Really) Days later, she returned home with this free-spirited number two daughter, who, from the day she was born, didn’t play by the rules.
