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Are You My Mother?

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She says:

I was thinking this week about how to write something that would be an ode to my mother, and it turned out to be a difficult concept, because I really did have the quintessential mother. She was all the things you would expect and want, in every way shape and form. I thought if I wrote about that you would all just figure I had used my creative license to push the envelope and jerk a few tears out of you. So, I thought I would try a more indirect approach…

One of the things that I always loved about my mother was how she tucked us in. She really did make that an experience you got your money’s worth when Mom tucked you in. When she read a story it really made you feel like you were there – I went to Boggledy Marsh and Toad Hall, and I met the animals of Thornton Burgess’ world and the creatures that lived on Mulberry Street…

I caught the travel bug before I even knew how to pack my toothbrush. I never wanted those evening adventures to end, so of course my brother and I would try to make them last. If you played your cards right she would sing a song as well, once the light was out. That’s what I call getting the full meal deal! (It was years later when I told her that I loved “Waltzing Matilda” best of all the songs she sang not because of the melody but because it was the longest song she knew.)

Now of course you expect me to get round to the food aspect, so I suppose I should oblige. Food was always an object of interest for me, but looking back I guess the food we ate was very practical. I remember many meals cooked in the electric frying pan – recipes that now make me think of those hand-coloured pages from vintage magazines (no offense, Mom – they were classics in their day).

I could list any one of a thousand wonderful memories of cooking with Mom or for her, and you have read about many of them already. What struck me though, as I reminisced, was a lingering memory from one of the stories and that made me think about people who don’t have those warm fuzzy experiences to keep them going over the years. The story was a book called “Are You my Mother” and it related a day in the life of a young chick who falls from the nest and has to find his way back to his Mom. He does and it ends very happily but I always wondered, what would it have been like if he hadn’t found his Mom? I have always been very grateful that I have had a lifetime with my Mom, especially since we have done so many great things together.

So, as I think on Mother’s Day over the years with breakfasts in bed or dinners all dressed up, I shall also say a prayer for those who don’t have that to draw on and hope that there is someone in their life who gave that wonderful feeling a Mother gives you. It is a special thing to know that you are the most important person in the world, and we all need that at some point in our lives. Like I said in a card all those years ago, “Thanks Mumsy – from Clumsy”.

He says:

Well, I got double lucky! I had a mom and a step mom!

I lost the first one when I was ten years old and the second came in the picture right after. Both women were strong and courageous with plenty on their plates. I do have just a few food memories from both.

My real mom made awesome thick fried pancakes. It’s her fault I still eat at KFC - she used to give me money so I could go get a chicken meal at lunch. Other times, she would stop at the local grocery store to buy a ready-baked chicken so that we could have a whole head of iceberg lettuce with chicken meat and Miracle Whip. Unfortunately being only ten years old, I don’t remember much else from her.

My step mom is a great lady, but cooking was not her best quality. She did manage to feed 5 kids that lived there and most days there were 4 or 5 more to feed as well. Her turkey was always very dry and she used to do a ground beef and ketchup casserole that was really horrible. But hey, her lasagna was amazing and she did make a chicken stew that was the real homemade stuff.

I respect both women equally for having raised me into a well adjusted man. I still dream of fried pancakes once in while.

Happy Mom’s Day


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About the Author

Kristin Peturson-Laprise is a customer experience specialist by trade, which means she is someone passionate about people having a good time. 

Her company, Wow Service Mentor, helps businesses enhance their customer experience through hands-on training, service programs, and special event coordination.

Kristin enjoys her own experiences too, and that is what she writes about in this column. She and her husband Martin Laprise (also known as Chef Martin, of The Chef Instead) love to share their passion for food and entertaining.  

Kristin says:

"Wikipedia lists a gourmand as a person who takes great pleasure in food. I have taken the concept of gourmandise, or enjoying something to the fullest, in all parts of my life. I love to grow and cook food, and I loved wine enough to become a Sommelier. I call a meal a success when I can convey that 'sense of place' from where the food has come . . . the French call that terroir, but I just call it the full experience. It might mean tasting the flavours of my own garden, or transporting everyone at the table to a faraway place, reminiscent of travels or dreams we have had."

 

E-mail Kristin at:  [email protected]

Check out her website here:  www.wowservicementor.com

 



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