Five minutes. On Friday.
In just five minutes. Tell me all about what your mama did that made her yours….
My mother’s strengths are not mine.
That’s why I spent half my life trying to figure what was wrong with me.
Don’t misunderstand. This is not some deep-seated angst thought. It was just that she was . . .
Where should I start?
Kept our house spotless.
Threw lots of wonderful parties.
Looked together every time she left the house.
I could go on and on. It is only with age that I realize we have completely different skill sets.
There is nothing wrong with me. The good Lord hard-wired us differently.
But we both are passionate about our children.
Fiercely loyal to them and our God.
Blessed to have been married to wonderful men who were crazy about us — in their own way.
It's funny. My mother and I are each a product of our times and who we married. My parents had a very traditional household. Very defined roles. My mother thrived in that environment.
I guess I'm thriving in mine.
Sometimes I wonder.
I think she wonders as well about how she spent her days.