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My Mother did not teach me how to whine: I learned it on my own. I have been encouraged to quit whining. It is a bad habit and a way to avoid the obstacles in life. I accept the challenge. I am fortunate to have friends and family in life who do not accept me unconditionally and who are confident to prod me to be a better person. I am especially fortunate because although they may not always understand or accept my behavior, they let me know that they have faith in my ability to overcome weakness and to be a better person. For this I am grateful I am also thankful that my mother is a thirteen year survivor of breast cancer. Always she is a role model to everyone of selflessness, beauty, and strength. She never has complained about her mastectomy, instead she uses her experience to go into the community to comfort and support individuals who have cancer. She uses her sense of humor frequently when she discusses her prosthesis. Always she dresses beautifully and carries herself proudly. As a little girl I used to watch her dressing for work. I stood across the room, pouting because she was leaving me for the day. She is a mother of eleven: five adopted and six biological . She had a mother's body: it was and still is beautiful; full, soft, curvy, sensuous. Mom would pull up her girdle, then her nylons. I never saw Mom without her bra on. Even at night she wore it, or at least this is what she told me...... After her nylons were in place, she sprinkled herself with fresh, sweet powder. This was my favorite part of her dressing: to watch the fragrant dusting of her body. The movements were so feminine and sensual: I stood there transfixed, a five year old with scabby mosquito bites and a perpetually dirty shirt. I could only pray that someday I might be as beautiful and feminine as her. After she powdered herself, Mom called me over and dusted my chunky belly. I was elated and proud to be included in her dressing ritual. My mom still always smells, looks, and exudes of beauty. This summer she will turn seventy five. She will not let us call her party a birthday party. She says that it is a family reunion. All I know is that the family reunion will be abundant with traces of her strength and spirit in each of us celebrating with her yet none of us will be shining as beautifully and brilliantly as our mother. I am hoping that if I don't whine about the bugs and the heat, maybe she will let me use some of her talcum powder. |
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6/28/2009 9:13 am |
Hi my dear new friend! thank you for inviting me to be your friend. Yes,i read your blog a few days ago,it was touching! Im happy you are here because i speak both English and Spanish and there are some poems that sound better in English than Spanish and viceversa now i can share both of them! Thanks again for had gona to my blog and just want you to know that it has been a pleasure to me being here. God bless you.    
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6/8/2009 8:58 am |
Let me tell you something..im proud of your mother too and also of you because you know your mom deeply,how beautiful she is and admire her i think its the most important thing in your blog. Its a beautiful article that tuoched me and made me almost cried. It was a pleasure reading your blog and hopefuly to have the oportunity to keep on reding you in the near future. Thanks for sharing it.
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6/7/2009 8:04 pm |
What a wonderfull mother!
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