My mother always had a piece of advice to give. Even though she died in 2001 I can still hear her in my head, I thought I would share some of her favourites.
- Relatives are like poison, take them in small doses.
- Don’t ever join a church, it’s like a death sentence.
- Sleep with them if you have to but don’t move in together.
- Life’s too short to drink cheap wine.
Along with her nuggets of philosophy which rattle around in my head, sometimes I am gifted with new information. I don’t dream often of her, when I do it’s tantamount to a conversation. One night in the dormitory at CSUSB I looked at her picture before going to bed and said “I would love to have one more fight with you”. Later that night I dreamt that my mother was screaming and yelling at me. In my dream I asked her why she was shouting at me, her reply was “I’m giving you what you want”.
Another dream of my mother was after my final OB appointment in August. I had passed the magical due date the doctor had come up with on his wheels and I was wondering when the hell the baby would come out! That night I asked my mother “When I am going to have this baby!” in my dream that night she appeared for a total of 5 seconds and yelled “the 18th”! On the 17th we went to a mighty fine party at Ahouseholdkate and Eclectic Nerdery house. At 2:57 in the morning on the 18th I went into labour and Sean came later on that day.
When I became pregnant again I had no dreams of my mum, later on I miscarried.
When I was pregnant with our daughter I had a dream that I was walking through a shopping mall with my mum. I kept telling her that I had something to tell her, I had just found out I was pregnant, but she just said, “I already know.”
Yvette “Eve” Spink 18th of November, 1954 – 8th of August, 2001 (this is one of the only pictures I have my Mother, she was feeling better from her chemo. Dad had bought her a new wardrobe and she finally had straight hair with her wigs, she was naturally curly person.)
She was an actual life saver. When I broke my leg she came and picked up Sean and cared for him while Anonymous was by my bedside. She was able to answer my questions that I wasn’t able to ask my own Mum. We had adventures at thrift shops and we had a memorable lunch at a tea house. She taught me how make marinades and we worked together to make Sean’s Christmas Stocking. Along with my mother she is the type of woman/mother I want to be.