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Happy Birthday, Mom!
Nov. 7th, 2007 01:45 pmMy mom is 65 today.
She's a pretty awesome mom. She's also just a nifty person to know. I could go on and on for days and not begin to scratch the surface of how great she is.
Just a small example: mom has always taken dance classes for exercise, but never performed. She doesn't like being the center of attention. Walking me down the aisle when I got married was kind of an ordeal for me, but she did it without complaint because it was important to me.
She's been taking tap from the same teacher for a few years now, and that teacher is involved in a performance troupe. Every class they learn a routine. This spring, they learned two routines that would be part of a sort of variety show/revue/sketch comedy thing. Mom was not into this idea, but learned the dances and got her costumes and, when it came time to perform, even let me and my dad come watch the show. It was a lot of fun, both the show and seeing my shrinking violet (in public and with strangers, when she's with people she knows, nsm) mother tapping up a storm to "It's Raining Men. I'm so proud of her for doing something she wasn't really comfortable doing, and doing it well and enjoying it.
Rock on, Mom!
We're going to see The Mousetrap (Agatha Christie's super secret never published long running mystery) tonight.
She's a pretty awesome mom. She's also just a nifty person to know. I could go on and on for days and not begin to scratch the surface of how great she is.
Just a small example: mom has always taken dance classes for exercise, but never performed. She doesn't like being the center of attention. Walking me down the aisle when I got married was kind of an ordeal for me, but she did it without complaint because it was important to me.
She's been taking tap from the same teacher for a few years now, and that teacher is involved in a performance troupe. Every class they learn a routine. This spring, they learned two routines that would be part of a sort of variety show/revue/sketch comedy thing. Mom was not into this idea, but learned the dances and got her costumes and, when it came time to perform, even let me and my dad come watch the show. It was a lot of fun, both the show and seeing my shrinking violet (in public and with strangers, when she's with people she knows, nsm) mother tapping up a storm to "It's Raining Men. I'm so proud of her for doing something she wasn't really comfortable doing, and doing it well and enjoying it.
Rock on, Mom!
We're going to see The Mousetrap (Agatha Christie's super secret never published long running mystery) tonight.
