Not a day passes that I don't think about my mom. She died 3 1/2 years ago when I was about 2 months pregnant with Finn. There's a void in my life without her. Becoming a mom has helped me to empathize with her in so many new ways. It has also helped me to heal parts of my own childhood. There are countless questions that I wish I could ask her; so I thought I'd start writing them down and see what reflections arise. I'll start out with a light one...
#1: How did you keep the house so clean?
I remember our house being pretty damn clean all of the time. How did she do it? I find myself working non-stop day and night just to keep it looking decent (I'm exaggerating here-- I've learned to let a lot of it go. It's more important that I actually play with Finn than clean up the kitchen). Of course, I don't remember when I was 3 3/4 and Conor was just born...maybe it wasn't always perfect then? I wonder if she struggled with it like me?
#1: How did you keep the house so clean?
I remember our house being pretty damn clean all of the time. How did she do it? I find myself working non-stop day and night just to keep it looking decent (I'm exaggerating here-- I've learned to let a lot of it go. It's more important that I actually play with Finn than clean up the kitchen). Of course, I don't remember when I was 3 3/4 and Conor was just born...maybe it wasn't always perfect then? I wonder if she struggled with it like me?
Loving this series. I have so many questions for my own mother, and most of them now have to do with my own motherhood. When she died, I was a million miles away from motherhood, and now... how I wish. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteI love this, too. It's making me consider a similar stretch of questions for my own parents.
ReplyDeleteFor the record, I'm sure your mom struggled to keep the house clean too when you were too young to remember. Or, she didn't and didn't mind.