My Mother

As I was thinking about what to make for supper tonight, I thought to myself "Well, I could make that, but I'm going to have to call Mom to see how much of everything to put in." So, what did I do? I called Mom. Everything was so easy when I still lived at home. It's like just being in their house brings me the knowledge of exactly everything thing that I need and how much of it; like Mom's presence is there with me even when she isn't physically there.
It's definitely an adjustment trying to figure out how to cook for two people, instead of five. Even when I call now, Mom and I still need to figure out how much to reduce recipes by to make for just Mark and me.
Another thing that I thought about tonight was how my brother Matt sometimes teases me for saving Ziploc freezer bags. They have their own drawer in my home, and they do in my mom's home, too. I distinctly remember a time in my life two or three years ago, when I told myself that I was NEVER going to save bags like my mother did. Notice how I put never in all caps, bolded, AND underlined it? I was NEVER going to do that because I was NOTHING like my mom. Well, here we are. I'm that woman through and through. I save my bags, recycle, sort dirt clothes into five separate distinct loads, bake buns and bread, grow a garden, can and freeze fruits and vegetables, and many other things that I cannot think of right now.
I feel like I don't talk about my mom enough and all that she had done for me (and Mark). She is a wonderful person, through and through and I love her tons. So, this one's for YOU, Mom. Thanks for simply being you. :) I (and Mark, again) love you.