You know the saying, that as you get older, you open your mouth and your mother comes out? I would’ve sworn on my life as a teen that this would never happen to me, that it couldn’t, wouldn’t be how I would parent. Speed ahead 30 years later and lo and behold I was blessed with three amazing children of my own and I’ve seen my mother in a whole new light.
I should say to her, thank you for loving us as deeply as you did and I’m sorry for all the trouble I gave you.
Oh, and you were right.
Mom scratch baked for us every single week-end. Tunes always blaring in the kitchen, she made the best meals and treats. I have vivid memories of standing on a chair and helping her roll dozens of cookies in sugar. These Love Cookies were a regular during our childhood. They aren’t really…
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