This entry is extra special because today’s a special day for one of the wisest, strongest women I know. Whose makeup I played with when I was a kid, whose heels and accessories I wore, pretending I was an office girl. And from whom we learned to appreciate the music of Natalie Cole, Roberta Flack and Basia (imagine hearing that every morning when your mother’s getting ready for work).
My friends often describe me as a jologs-sosy cross breed. This is where the sosy side comes from. Though it doesn’t stem from money (ha! if only you knew). I’ve always called it knowing how to appreciate the finer things in life, even if you don’t really have it. Good food, good music, good places. And striving hard to be able to get them.
But more than those, this is the woman who put up with me and my siblings’ crappy behavior and teenage angst. I’m pretty sure the 90s was hell for her. Imagine four teenagers in one roof. Only the strong survives. And she still puts up with our crap to this day, even from so many miles away.
Happy mothers day, Mama!
PS: The note at the back of this picture says I was singing Ebony and Ivory. See? Good music at an early age.
