Once in a while, I began to wax poetic about living on another continent and away from my relatives. I spoke to my mom last week and she was saying that she regretted not moving to Sweden with me 4 years ago. I miss being able to drag her to the mall or to Target, where I have to convince her that they ARE in fact cheaper than Pathmark!
My mother has had several strokes and had fought back bravely from all of them. It has been so hard and I think the most difficult was that she started the year before I moved here. She has not lost her spirit and continues to make her presence felt as well as known within our family.
My call to her this week found her in better spirits and with no mention of visiting me ( which in Mom speak means everything is going well). She sounds great for a 70 year old woman and as a tribute to her spirit and her “Chutzpeh” I proudly blog on my mom, the one and only Janet Elizabeth . She is always surprised when I dig up these old photos of her and I like to use them in cards or layouts for her scrapbook. I scrap the kids and events here then take them with me to America when I visit to add to her book.