I'm not good with phone calls, so I called my mother only every few weeks when she was alive. But I loved her dearly and she knew it. She was an incredible person, and I still miss her. I loved cutting out interesting articles and mailing them to her because she loved to learn. We went to art shows and sewing expositions together.
She thought all my odd traits were something I must need even if she did not understand it. She also said she was glad I was her first baby because she thought all babies were that awful and the rest of the kids seemed easy after me. My sister had a mini-me as her last baby, and now I know what my mother went through. I love her even more for always loving me, no matter what.