Happy Mother’s Day One and All

I am not a mother, a “real” mother, but like everyone else, I had a mother.  And she loved me.  And I loved her.

family pic age 7

Many people have just the opposite situation.  We all form relationships in which we have mother/child like contacts, and without these wonderful people in our lives, we would be lonely and/or unguided.


I was fortunate to have many generations of mothers on Mom’s side of the family.  You can see the resemblance between all of us.  I’m the grumpy looking one.


I admired my mother, and listened to her guidance.   We shared secrets, dreams, ideas, friends, careers and interests.  We traveled to Stonehenge and other places in England, the highlight trip of our lives.

Peggy and Marsha

I rarely let more than a few days go by when I was a young adult in which I didn’t call her.  As she aged and moved closer to me, we saw each other daily, and those were precious years.

Peggy's 80th 013rc

Author: Marsha

Hi, I'm Marsha Ingrao, author, blogger and retired teacher/consultant - Promoting Hobby Blogging

28 thoughts on “Happy Mother’s Day One and All”

    1. Thanks, Sylvia. We were very close. I loved all three of my moms, and poor Grandma Morris, my dad’s mom, got the crumbs of whatever was left over. I was the first and only child born on both sides of the family in 25 years. Does that explain why I’m so spoiled? Then Randy came along, and nobody knew quite what to do. The grandmothers took turns keeping me out of Mom’s way. I didn’t know who my real parents were until I started school! (JK, but not much!) I had a great childhood! 🙂


        1. I was. Growing out of it into adulthood was the bump. However, I’ve never grown out of my love for and trust of people, and, for the most part, they seem to return it..


    1. Thanks, Carol. You are right, and you don’t have to be a mother to love, either. What you miss by not being a mother are the fights that you have with those you live with over silly things like Brother looking at Sister at the dinner table. What could be more annoying than that? Or Sister HAVING to practice the piano, and play a piece over again when she KNEW it was a mistake in the music, not her playing! I’m sure you can recall a few times like that that makes mothering “real.”


        1. I read a good quote on FB that a friend of mine shared. Something like, “Motherhood is not so much what you do for your children as what you teach them to do for themselves.” I think you have done a marvelous job of this. 🙂


    1. You are sweet. Actually my upper lip was sewn down to my gum until I was seven. Unfortunately I still look unnecessarily grumpy when I don’t smile. It’s just my non-smile look. 🙂


    1. I think, in your case, you can have both, motherhood and wild literary success. They aren’t mutually exclusive. In fact, I think that mothers have more to write about than non-mothers. Children keep our eyes open to another world that we don’t really live in.


    1. Thanks, Mary. I have one of my mother in the same type of picture with her great-grandmother, too. I’ll have to look it up for next year’s post. 🙂 Have a great day, and thanks for stopping by.


  1. What a tribute. You and your mother had a wonderful relationship. What a great model of mutual love and respect. I am blessed to still have my mom nearby. She is aging and I can see it, but she is still one of my best friends, prayer partners, and dreamers. She has a great sense of humor. When I dedicated Breathing on Her Own to her she cried. Then she looked up at me and said, “But in the book, I was dead!” (My whole family tries to see themselves in the book. What can I say) Anyway, I looked at her and said, “I hate to tell you this, Mom, but it gets worse. In my current work, you have Alzheimer’s.”


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