My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

My mom is adorable.  I called her (from the office, where I’m spending most of today) to wish her a happy mother’s day.  Her response was a rather distracted, “Oh, thanks!  Love you, gotta go.”  I wonder if there’s a game on today?  The only time she’s noticably distracted is when I call in the middle of a football, basketball, or baseball game.  For as long as I’ve known her (i.e., my entire life), she’s been an avid sports fan.  All 4’11” and 89 pounds of her.  Although usually rather quiet and a little reserved (she once got up and moved to another bench at the airport when the mother of one of my best friends was too talkative), she’s capable of cursing with the best of them when caught up in a sports frenzy.  She’s almost always practical and not one to make a fuss about anything, but occasionally shows a streak of whimsy.  For example, one of my earliest memories is of my parents, relatively new immigrants, trying to play along with the very American concept of Santa.  In the face of my unrelenting questions, my mom readily confessed that Santa didn’t exist and she didn’t know why Americans lied to their kids.  On the other hand, she had me convinced for years that if you drop something, but pick it up quickly and twirl it around, the germs will get dizzy and fall off.  

My mom is up in northern California and I’m still stuck in LA, but I hope you all are able to spend some time with your mothers on Mother’s Day!