Sometimes I feel like a yo-yo. If I were going to be a yo-yo, it would have to be vintage, not retro. I would be a Duncan Butterfly...I wanted one of those soo bad growing up. I think I had an Imperial. Jack had a Butterfly. In high school he would impress me with all the Duncan yo-yo tricks he had accomplished Walking the Dog, some cradle name and many others.
When I say I'm a yo-yo, I'm not referring to my weight:) That is a whole new blog!! I reviewed everything I had written for the first time tonight. One day I'm great..another day. I'm down. Just call me Sybil:) Didn't Sally Field win an Oscar for that movie? Hopefully, only two personalities emerge, instead of her multiple.
I call my mom every Sunday before 6:00pm, I've done it for as long as I can remember. Unless she's traveling or at some civic event, we chat. The other 6 days in the week, we're hit or miss. I have always been a momma's girl.When I was little, I told her I has never leaving. She said, Barbie, some day you will get married. I said my husband and I will move in. I smile thinking about Jack's response, had he known about my childhood dream.
My dad died when I was 16. He died on my mom's 40th birthday.
Tonight, at some point I asked her a question about her first year. She said, in the most perfect motherly way, the first year was a fog.
At that moment I knew. Not only is she my mother, but I became a card carrying member of the the same club she belongs to. I can only guess, but I suspect she was a yo-yo as well.
She treads lightly with me..but I always know she's there:)
Here's to my vintage yo-yo... keep your lights on low during this foggy season. It's much safer:) xoxoxoo
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