This weekend was my mother's Birthday.. she is 77 this year. The past several years have been
very difficult for her and her health and our family..Family dynamics change when there is a illness. It has been hard.
Esther my mother is French. Born to Claude and Rafaela Croissier who's parents were french immigrants who moved to Cuba and owned a sugar plantation. I wondered this weekend as I sat on her bed talking to her and going over old photos and thinking of my childhood and hers ...just how certain memories stay with you forever..and how your interpretations of events that happened in the past often take on a life of thier own in each others memories and hearts......what I saw and felt was often viewed and felt differently by my parents....how we all see the world in our own eyes and can never really see through anothers.....We moved like gypsies all thru the U.S due to my fathers job transfers...The excitement of the new adventures ahead..stayed with me and shaped my reaction to change..and adaptabilites to differant people and places..They were good experiences.
We had good times and bad, but we were a family and I knew she always was there for me. My mother and I are very differant..we are not made from the same cloth..but we have gifts we share, that connect us and help us understand each other in some ways more than others ..I wanted to salute my mother today in my blog...and say thank you to her. Esther my beautiful mother that I love.
