My mum is the kind of mom that ensures children can make kedgeree, salad nicoise, and give bottles of champagne as presents. I refer to her as Oma on 10engines, but long/short she was a gym/swimming/dance teacher from a Scottish family of teachers who changed tack about 15 years ago and started a career in marketing. Babytalk, even from babies, is not permitted, nor are pre-tied ties on men [same thing right? -ed.] That all sounds a bit hard, but really she is far from that.
Mum lived through a golden age of cocktail parties in London, Africa, and New England. And while she may know all about the decorum, designations, and regulations of horse racing, military parades, or for a shoot on the heather, in her famous words, “Life is too short for cutlery.”. She has that preppy affliction of scrimping here (“No, it’s not cold, put on a sweater”) to splash out there (she harbors a serious luxe candle habit). All kidding aside, farm auction quilts, blankets, and furniture filled our old house. I don’t think mum paid retail or big ticket for anything until about 1990.
A single mum with three kids, a teacher, living in rural Scotland, she said she would quit tennis if I ever beat her. Not yet. Now that meine mutter is an oma, it has been fun to watch her interact with the grandchildren Foxes; letting them wield knives and forks at age two [and 6 and 4 -ed] which they do fine, wanting them to fly solo to Scotland to see her, which they’re ready to do [did it -ed.].
Saturday, May 7
things my mother taught me
Posted this last year, via AllPlaidout, but still rings true. Happy Motha's Day.