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Annual Tears, Jeers, & Grumbles Mother Day Thread
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<blockquote data-quote="ThreeShadows" data-source="post: 357618" data-attributes="member: 6370"><p>Hugs to those of you who had good mothers and lost them. Hugs to those who were never blessed with loving mothers.</p><p> </p><p>My best Mothers Day was when easy child was six. The weather was perfect, I made a big mediterranean spread, the kind my father's family used to make in the South of France. She and I sat on the porch in Maine and the birds were singing, chickadees were stopping by, the hummingbirds were buzzing at the hanging fuschias. easy child and I had an olive pit spitting contest just as my cousins and I had when I was a child. She was amazed to find that this event was relished and condoned by a mother who had taught her table manners! </p><p> </p><p>It's strange how a feeling of being in paradise can come from something so simple as joining the past with the present.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThreeShadows, post: 357618, member: 6370"] Hugs to those of you who had good mothers and lost them. Hugs to those who were never blessed with loving mothers. My best Mothers Day was when easy child was six. The weather was perfect, I made a big mediterranean spread, the kind my father's family used to make in the South of France. She and I sat on the porch in Maine and the birds were singing, chickadees were stopping by, the hummingbirds were buzzing at the hanging fuschias. easy child and I had an olive pit spitting contest just as my cousins and I had when I was a child. She was amazed to find that this event was relished and condoned by a mother who had taught her table manners! It's strange how a feeling of being in paradise can come from something so simple as joining the past with the present. [/QUOTE]
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