As we celebrate Mother’s Day this weekend, let’s reflect on the Mom’s in our life and how they might be just be a little bit like some TV Mom’s:
My grandmother was reminiscent of June Cleaver:
Nana Rita always had a plate of cookies or brownies in the pantry, some coffee brewing on the stove, and a sandwich of some kind at the ready. She would wield an iron and ironing board like no one’s business, and I think she is personally responsible for a string of DNA in my body that is called “spring cleaning”. Clear out everyone, here I come with the Windex!
She is also the first person I heard use the f-word, which I believe she used in a phrase connected to my grandfather. So, OK, June wouldn’t stomp on Ward’s head like Nana did one special day, but other than that, she’s got June covered.
My second cousin Sally channels this Mom:
Sally is a bit like Peg Bundy. She has the flashy clothes, usually something in the metallic family, brightly manicured nails, and she can be found blow drying her hair and applying makeup at 6am sharp. She loves her box of pink wine, and she even has a husband named Al. And she really does go “OHHHHH ALLLLLLLL!”. It’s hilarious, and she does have a heart of gold under all the trappings.
My Mom:
Mom, you are Marion Cunningham, aka, Mrs. C. You know how she would gently call the Fonz by his real name, “Arthur”? Well you are the only person that can call me Margaret and get away with it. You have that reassuring Mrs. C way about you, making sure we all feel good about ourselves. Plus, you do know when to tell people “put a sock in it”. Way to go Mom!
So here’s to all Mom’s in my life!
And thanks to all the cool Mom’s and cool blogger’s who stop by here every day and make my day a little brighter. Happy Mother’s Day.
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Can I come to your family reunion?
Enjoy Mother’s Day Meg!
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Mrs. Cunningham….well, thank you so much – I like being compared to her – Of course, I’d like being compared to Rachael Welch too – but that’s pushing it…..Love, Mum
Ain’t Miss Beehaven can be Deborah Romana with the Everybody Loves Raymond family ..and the Man’s Man sort of fits the bill….
You left one out:
My mom’s like that monkey who ripped off the lady’s hands and face.
Happy Mother’s Day, Meg!
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My mom is like Lucy, my sister is a combination of Peg Bundy and Mrs. C and I’m more like Roseanne Bar.
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Except for her inability to dress beautifully, my mom is Katherine Hepburn in Guess Who’s Coming to DInner…. on my side no matter what.
How lucky are we to have our moms around, Meg?! And to have them be other than Susan’s monkey ! <3
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My Mom was Maud–outspoken, deep-voiced, with a large and commanding presence–except that, where Maud was a thrice married liberal, Rachel was opposed to divorce, dirt, and Democrats. She was that incomprehensible creature, the Careerist, Feminist Conservative. And she loved me fiercely, just as she did everything else. In her retirement she discovered a latent artistic bent that she turned to delicate porcelain painting and to quilting. She took classes in Soup and virtually ran the state’s Republican party from the telephone on the wall above her kitchen counter. I’ll never hold a candle to her for productivity or grit.
Here’s to you, Meg, for a great Mommy’s Day post! I’d like to be Mrs. C. when I grow up. You’re a lucky girl.
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