oldest of 7, born Irish/German, in Pittsburgh, in The Great Depression,
a good student, a good girl, a 14 year old novice and a then a very young nun for over a decade
My can’t be held down, can’t be held back, independent, spirited, “give me my damn car, follow your dreams, your ambitions, your fancy” mom
my “love with your whole being, adore, admire and shower love on your loved one’s” mom
my painter, teacher, bread, butter and chocolate always mom
I have learned the true expanse and depth possible from love
because of her.
Now..she doesn’t want to be a burden. She wants to remember but not to be reminded, she is grateful and thoughtful, and also absent minded an self scolding.
And all I can do is tell her every time she worries about the burden on me -
mom, you’re not a burden, you’re a privilege.