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Mom moved in.

In early September, 2017, I wrote a post called, “I held my mother’s hand today”. I talked about my mother and my experience as we began dealing with the aging process.  Things had begun to slow down and at almost 80 years old, it can be expected.  Now we have turned the page in that book. My mother spent almost the entire month of February in ICU and rehab.  She was quite ill and very weak. This past weekend she…

She’s on her way.

This weekend we will move Amelia out of her dorm after completing her freshman year. I see all these Facebook posts from friends and family that are doing the same.  We share a sense of accomplishment as parents quite different from that same sense our children experienced. What happened these past 10 months.? Who grew, Amelia or us?  I think we both did. I think we learned to live in a space new to us both. Separation. Trust. Independence.  An…

Part Two- Italian mother

Ok being an Italian mother to a daughter is totally different than mothering an Italian son.  Let me explain. Amelia is my daughter. The oldest of the two.  She is smart and beautiful and extremely self sufficient.  Sometimes too much so but I blame myself for that and praise myself for that all at the same time.  She is a very determined and strong young woman. Amelia has played basketball for our school district and various AAU teams since the…