June 22, 2011
I wrote to my daughter recently to say that I’d like to do a joint blog post with her to celebrate my mother’s birthday on June 22nd. I wanted to do something funny and light so I thought of writing about what I learned from my mother and contrasting that with her list of what she learned from her mother (that would be me).
I thought a list would be a good idea – lists are so non-threatening to writers – and readers. I figured her list would be quirky and fun while mine would be earnest and boring, thus illustrating the difference between the generations, or at least some of the differences between the two of us.
Much to my surprise she was delighted with the idea and sent me back her list immediately. Yes, it is more fun than mine, but then again, I didn’t grow up in the Depression like my mother did.
My list: What I Learned from My Mother
Love Christmas like a kid no matter how old you are.
Candles make everything – and everyone – look better.
Stay curious and keep learning new things all your life.
Books matter.
Libraries are treasure houses.
If you learn about architecture you can “read” the story of a town or a city in its buildings.
Act like you’re somebody.
People who talk all the time have nothing to say.
Stand up straight.
Wear bright colors when you’re blue.
It’s the little things that count.
Confidence and a smile are more beautiful than all the makeup in the world.
My daughter’s list: What I Learned From My Mother
How to get someone else to put on your tights (when you’re 3 and 4 years old).
Respect other peoples’ goals.
Short hair is sexy on girls.
Grey hair is sexy on girls.
Sometimes it’s okay to leave at intermission.
High-waisted pants are usually more flattering.
Pedicures are worth it.
Not to stop being thankful for the ocean, even when you see it everyday.
Ditto your family.Reading makes you a more interesting person/ you can never read too much.
Happy Birthday, Billie. (1919- 1992). No one who met you will ever forget you. I am still learning from you every day of my life.