Cleo

It's been 7 years today since I lost my mom, Cleo. I often wonder why we ‘celebrate’ the day someone died as opposed to a happier day, such as the day they were born. I guess it’s a day to reflect on what we miss.

It's been 7 years today since I lost my mom, Cleo. I often wonder why we ‘celebrate’ the day someone died as opposed to a happier day, such as the day they were born. I guess it’s a day to reflect on what we miss.

My mom was incredible and earned accolades for her long career, contributions and volunteer work in her community and schools.

Luckily for me--and my siblings--her ‘career’ was raising 5 kids. My dad was her ‘business’ partner and together they created a wonderful place to grow up.  My dad still lives in the house they bought in 1954. In fact, I’m writing this from his living room. He’s in the chair next to me, having morning coffee and reading the paper.

Consistency and traditions were hallmarks of my childhood.  We could always count on dinner together, birthday cakes and gifts, chores and allowance, making and watching home movies, annual camping trips, family reunions and so much more.

Today as I remember Mom, I’ll share one of those traditions and the reason I love Wednesdays.

I was in grade school in the 50’s, a time when many moms worked at home. Mom scheduled things to keep ahead of her endless duties; Wednesday was the day she baked bread. She timed it so it came out of the oven just before the school day ended.

ALL the neighborhood kids came to our house after school on Wednesdays because mom saved one loaf just for us. She’d slice the loaf according to the number of kids and we enjoyed a warm slab covered with butter.  After the snack she drove us all to the YMCA for roller-skating.  

Wednesdays are wonderful because my mom was wonderful. And every day I’m grateful for the years I had with her and the person she helped me become. We all miss her but enjoy our memories of her--every day.

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