In an e-mail I got this week from my mother, she said, "I think you are very patient with Amaya. You must not have gotten that from me."
Well, if you had known me when I was a teenager, you would know how false that statement is. And that's all I'll say about that.
Something I do wish I could learn better, from her example, is "getting the job done." My mom is the perfect person to have around if you have something big to do. She just does things, without sitting down to procrastinate first.
Me, I like to dip my feet in, then walk around the lake, then pretend to be awed by the beauty of it, and then leave because it's gotten too cold.
My mom just jumps in and swims. She doesn't really sit and try to figure out if something is too difficult. She just knows she's going to figure it out.
She is SO organized, and she thinks of all the details. She made my brother's itinerary for his honeymoon, and printed out all the information he needed. It was a binder of information, put into those clear acetate sheets. She knows about presentation. I certainly didn't get that part of her.
I was thinking, last night, that we do have another big thing in common. When we want to have fun, we just decide to like things. Even if they're not that good, we're liking it.
And I wasn't always good. So you know what that means.
Happy Mother's Day. I love you, Mom.
P.S. If I get one thing from you, Mom, I'd like your skin. I will be Oh-so-happy.