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Posted: Sunday, May 8, 2011 12:07 pm

Today's a day for Mom.

I don't usually spend Sundays on my computer, but in this case - well, my week was a busy one and today I have the time.

Also, it's the day of the year devoted to mothers everywhere. So - hats off to moms. I hope the day turns out to be just what you wanted and needed. That your kids send some extra, non-everyday love your direction and that you can take a load off and relax.

I'm not a mother and I don't have a mother anymore, but I'm just relaxing anyway.

I had a mom once. And she was a hottie, as you can see in the photo. Three little kids and she still looks that good? Woah. And how much work did it take to get all three of us in our Sunday best? I don't remember. But somehow we're all rockin' a tie.

My mother's story is a complicated one that did not end very well. So today I'm going to honor her in a way that I hope she would appreciate.

Mom was a lovely and fun-loving young woman. Lovely enough to snag my handsome father and create some cute kids. She was also funny, witty and extremely smart. My early childhood memories are filled with carefree play and creative endeavors. We had parties - child parties and adult parties where we were scooted off into the family room with the other kids to do kid-things.

Mom was a popular and creative den mother for the Cub Scouts. Since I was the only girl around, I got to be a Cub Scout also - not officially, but I took part in all their activities (or else I would pout and that was never good). She wrote hilarious plays for the Scout-O-Rama and organized projects and crafts for meetings. She also planned every camping trip, vacation to see relatives, and summertime trips to Newport Beach and Disneyland.

It was probably my mother that instilled my love for books and words. She read to us. I don't remember everything she read to us, but I have a vivid memory of sitting on the couch in the family room with her, huddled around her as she read Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven." Unconventional choice for children, but she was an unconventional woman.

She was also artistic. There was always a project going on and the media changed with her moods. We had oil painting, acrylic painting, mosaics, papier mache, ceramics and probably even macramé once the '70s came along. Some of her projects were family affairs, and some were her private, cathartic endeavors.

I learned a lot from my mother as a small child. Mine was a happy childhood with fun-loving parents and two older brothers who teased me and protected me. I felt bad for anyone who wasn't me.

This was a time of my life that I remember fondly. And a version of my mother that I try to keep in the front of my mind.

So - those of you with a mother to hug, give an extra squeeze today . . . or a longer-than-usual phone call. Those of you with kids to squeeze - let them know they're loved and cherished (you never know, they might blog about your some day).

Happy Mother's Day.