
This week would have been my mom’s 92nd birthday. Funny the things I remembered. Last night as we ate tomato soup for supper, I thought of one special meal of homemade tomato soup as a kid. When we grew up, a lot of moms took advantage of shortcuts to cooking. It was the all the rage then. Cake mixes. Canned spaghetti sauce. One night, Mom served a delicious meal with whole tomatoes broken up in a rich broth of whole milk.
There’s the night my boyfriend broke up with me – over the phone!! Mom found me crying, sat next to me on the stairs and put her arm around my shoulder. Pure comfort at a time I needed it most. With seven siblings, moments alone with Mom were rare and sweet.
As young parents, we moved across the country, and life was tough out west those first few years. Our car broke down again, and this time the mechanic we were getting to know very well told us it wouldn’t be worth fixing again. I called Mom, and she loaned me the money to buy a newer car. I’m not sure I ever paid her back. Forgive me, Mom.
I’m thankful for many blessings being Pauline’s daughter. Was life perfect? Hardly. Did she never make a mistake? Silly question, since none of us is perfect. She was the just-right Mom to me.


