I was a lucky little girl.
My days were filled with barefoot gardening, mudpie making, and pond swimming. Two sisters provided constant companionship and both of my parents worked from home.
Mom was a midwife, yoga teacher, and pottery artist. She always claimed it wasn’t her job to be our playmate but that didn’t stop her from setting up creative projects. Some of my favorite childhood memories are when she would put my sisters and I in leotards and tights, our hair up in pigtails, and lead us through an ‘aerobics class’ with all the living room furniture pushed against the walls. We would bounce around, trying not to skip the record player as it blared Paul Simons’ Graceland.
When I was about 8 my mom taught my BFF at the time to make spaghetti. It may just be boiling water and a box of pasta but it was a revelation to me at the time.
Mom was the first person who taught me that being bored is a choice. I used to lament to her how bored I was and she would tell me to find something to do then! If I couldn’t come up with anything on my own she would put me to work in the pottery studio.
My mom is one of the wisest, most outrageous, most supportive people I have come across and I am forever grateful to have her as my momma.
Happy birthday mom!!!