Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Yellow teeth

I love my mother. I love my mother so much that people will stop me in conversation to ask about her and all her ways. I love my mother so much I tell everyone that they have to meet her. Growing up with seven kids (me being the last) must have been a hard endevor. She was always so laid back in the most stressful situations. I figured out the relaxed state she had came from cigarettes. I do love that my mother had cigarettes or who knows how my life would have turned out. Cigarettes gave me a mother who rolled with the punches and knew everything was going to turn out in the end.
Well, my mother stopped smoking about five years ago and she is a little more tense about some things nowadays. She can notice a particular thing about one of my siblings and remark on it to everyone. The latest one is her so called obsession to my oldest sister's teeth. Now my sister always dresses like a million bucks, she socially gifted, she looks ten years younger than she is and takes my mothers comments like a grain of salt. I've heard the comments " Can't you sister wear something other than black" or " I wish your sister would wear pink lipstick sometimes." The newest one is her teeth color. They look fine to me and my sister's dentist said her teeth are perfectly fine for a 53 yr old. Not to my mother. My sister related the conversation they had at my niece's baptism last weekend.

Mom: " Hey darling, have you been drinking a lot of coffee lately?"
Sis : "No mom, not really more than normal."
Mom: " Well your teeth look really yellow."
Sis: " Well, my dentist said they are fine."
Mom" Well, when I went to introduce you to my friend, you smiled and your teeth were so yellow."


Luckily my sister really doesn't take it personal. I said to tell her "At least my teeth are real and we should be thankful for that," but she couldn't be as fast as me. Oh mother, we love you so much and you make us laugh with you and about you. These stories are just the type of memories I will cherish when she is gone someday. Oh yeah Mom, I will not get a perm like 1990 at my senior prom and rat my bangs. I know it was cute, but no thanks.

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