Today is my mother’s 70th birthday. She is a remarkable woman and I love her very much. I talk to her on the phone every single day, but have not seen her in over a year, which is hard. She will be in Los Angeles in June for my son’s high school graduation and I cannot wait. She is a lot of fun and just sitting next to her makes me happy. She is a wonderful mother.
She is a phenomenal cook and I like to think I make all her specialties pretty good, but I will watch her closely when she comes to catch any tricks I may have missed. My mom cooks everything fresh, then likes to freeze it. Quite fascinating really. She will spend all day cooking, then put it all in the freezer so it “stays fresh”. If it has been frozen, how is it fresh?
When we spoke of her coming to the graduation, the first thing she told me was to be sure I had a lot of Tupperware so she can cook for us. It made me laugh. “Cook it. Freeze it.”, is her motto. We are all used to coming home to the smell of amazing home cooking only to then have to defrost or microwave the very thing we can still smell cooking. It is oddly fabulous.
When my son was born she came to stay with me and would hold my son and tell him stories about me when I was a baby. She is my son’s biggest cheerleader and the boy can do no wrong in her eyes. He learned this quickly and has not hesitated to use her to get his way with me. They are a tag team and have worn me down on many things over the years.
As I prepare to send my child off to university, I think about my mom and the fact that she sent four kids off to live their lives and follow their dreams. I cannot imagine how hard it was for her, and it makes me love her more. She is a great mom and a wonderful Grandma. She has eight grandchildren and they all call her “Nona”. She is loved,
I have a vivid memory of my dad throwing my mom a 30th birthday party and my thinking she was really old. I was 8, she was 30, and I thought she was ancient. I will be 48 this year so if she was ancient at 30, my son must think I’m an antique. I feel blessed to have my mother and look forward to my son’s children one day calling me Nona. That will be amazing.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful mom, Rena Angel. You are a wonderful human being, mom, Nona, cook, and friend. I miss you very much. We cannot wait to see you in June. I will clear out the freezer, stock up on Tupperware, and prepare for you and your grandson to tag team me for whatever he wants. I am counting down the days and keeping the faith.
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