It does seem cliché to write a little ditty about my mom on mother’s day. That’s why I’m writing it an hour before mother’s day. 😉
My mom was “mom” throughout my early years [good glory, I feel like gertie saying that!]…she was only “mother” when I was either mad or embarrassed, and sometimes it replaced a different choice word. My mom became “joj” sometime during college when it was safe to delve into a different side of our relationship – friends.
I find myself saying things joj says, like “you know?” at the end of a sentence.
I find myself doing things joj does, like organizing my planner when nothing else in my life is in order.
I find myself sitting with joj finishing each other’s….
I also know that joj forgets things sometimes…I may or may not be following her steps in that one…but I can’t remember….