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Nancy Roman

Tag Archives: Mothers

Becoming My Mother

Often, I read a joke or hear someone say, “Oh no, I’m becoming my mother!” And I think… “Oh God! Oh, How I wish I were!” Because my mother is everything I could ever hope to be.  Except short. She’s short. Only the bottom shelves of her kitchen cabinets have ever been useful to her. …

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Dear Mom

Back in December, I wrote a post to my mother, apologizing for all the aggravation I caused her. I finally understood how aggravating I actually was, now that I had a dog who was demonstrating to me every possible aggravation a mother can feel. I never showed that post to Mom, however. Sometimes she’s a …

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Oh, Now I Understand

This morning at breakfast, I had some very nice toast and butter. My husband and I are careful with the carbs and the calories, so really good bread is a treat. We are also careful with the evening snacking, so I was really hungry. But there was a pair of sad, pleading eyes staring up …

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Empathy

This week my mother turned 93. She is still as brilliant and beautiful as the woman I admired when I was just a little girl. I thought as a tribute to this amazing woman, I would share just one short anecdote from this week. We had our weekly lunch as usual, and we talked about …

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Balancing Act

This week, I had my usual lunch with Mom, but with an added treat. Both sisters joined us and we all had a fabulous visit. We usually space out our visits on different days, so my mother can have lots of company, but being together this week was a treat for Mom too. She always …

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Happy Mother’s Day!

Enough sadness for this week, and for the past, and for the world. My goal in life is to laugh like my mother at 91: Happy Mother’s Day!

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Not Having Children

Note: I wrote this essay fourteen years ago. This Mother’s Day, I find I am ready to share it. NOT HAVING CHILDREN I married when I was forty. It was amazing at that age how many people asked me if we were going to have children. No, I’d say, We’re not having children. What is …

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The Bad Influence

This is a story of a childhood friend. But the story isn’t really about the friend, or about me, or even about friendship in general. When all is said and done, this is a story about my mother. Today is her 91st birthday, and this story is about the kind of mother and person she …

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DNA

It’s my mother’s birthday. She’s 90. I can hardly believe it. To me, she’s still my glamorous mom, and I’m her little girl, trying to follow in her footsteps. When someone says, “Oh no, I’m becoming my mother!” – I laugh. But really there’s not much I would like better than to become my mother. …

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Inherited Quirks

My mother-in-law raised her boy with a few of her little quirks. I think I have mentioned before (maybe five or six times) that he never throws anything away. When he gets a new J.C. Whitney catalog, he puts it right besides the seventeen old ones. When I gently (but perhaps not in my inside …

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