Prologue:
My mother taught me one
hundred things a million times. Ironically, from my earliest childhood
memories of my mother and until she was in her seventy's, I don't believe I
heard her say more than ten words a day (and that's another story). So how
could she possibly have taught me one hundred things a
million times, and those one hundred things become so indelibly
cemented into my memory? Perhaps the more important question is why.
Some of the one
hundred things are universal; things that every parent teaches their
child, but I think that some are backlash to unlearned lessons, bad
experiences, or realizations. Don't we do the same thing, share life lessons
that have been branded into our memories, good and bad?
What follows is a
closer look at those one hundred things my mother taught me a million times,
examined through the lens of my memories of my mother, my life experiences and
my hopes for my children and grandchildren.
Over the last ten
or so years many books have been birthed from blogs. One of my fondest and most
recent references being Julie Powell's book, Julie and Julia, soon to be
a movie, (http://www.powells.com/ink/powell.html). Hopefully,
One Hundred Things My Mother Taught Me A Million Times will get noticed,
too.
Lesson # 1 - You can fall in
love with a rich man as easily as you can fall in love with a poor man.
There's so much to say about
this lesson, I hardly know where to start. My mother didn't marry a rich man,
she married my dad, twice, which I didn't even know until he was dead and she
was 80 years old! Being the last of five kids, and an "accident" when
my mom was 40 and my dad 60, I must have missed out on a lot of drama. Did she
try to teach me this lesson a million times because she wished she'd married a
rich man, or did she just want me to have security, or is there another reason?
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