I have been a lucky girl because I had exceptional parents who gave me a happy childhood. And I'm not talking about material things, I'm talking about the things that really count, love, values, and a wonderful and united family.
My mom when I was little was always there for my sister and me. A very nice memory I have from my childhood is when my mom used to tell us stories. She was an expert at telling the story of Cinderella and she did the voices of the little mice from the Disney movie perfectly. So much so that I remember when we went on family vacations to the beach to a little house that my grandfather had on the coast of Falcon State that at night all the children asked my mother to tell us the story of Cinderella. I remember that at that time she used to make us arepitas abombadas and buñuelos de yuca for snacks.
My mom has always been very creative and skilled with her hands. So when we were little there was always a plan to make crafts. Ceramics and paper mache are some of the things we did with my mom that I remember the most.
My mom has always been strong-willed and when my sister and I were young she was sometimes very strict. My sister and I learned as we got older that the best way to manage permission at home was to first bring our dad up to speed and if he agreed he would help us with my mom who used to have the last word.
Looking for the pictures to make this post, I barely found the two I put in the image above and I realized that I have very few pictures at home from when I was little where I was with my mom. So it's a good ringing of the bell to realize that I have to go to her house to rummage through the family photo albums. My mom doesn't like to have her pictures taken and I don't have many of her, but I found this one that I love from the day I got married.
We have always been very close but I remember that as I got a teenager and grew older, we started to have some character clashes. My dad always said that my mom and I were like two peas in a pod, very similar not only physically but also in character and that's why we clashed so much. When I became an adult I started to handle that train wreck better. My mom has always been there for me and I hope she will be for many years to come.
This year, God willing, she will be 80 years old and although we have had some scares with her health, she is in very good physical condition.
I took this photo recently for a portrait a friend wanted to make in a store about my mom's career as a ceramist.
I don't know about you, but I see a beautiful woman in her 80s, well-lived. That's my mother. A great mom and a wonderful grandma.
This is my participation in the Memoir Monday initiated by @ericvancewalton answering this week's question What was your mom like when you were a child? The initiative is in its second week, although for me it is the first week joining it. If you want to know more about this initiative you can read Memoir Monday (Week 2).
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