I’ve been told all my life that I am one of three Mildred’s. That’s my Gran. Mildred….Mildew….Granny, or as I’m most often called by my dad…little Mildred. I could never understand what he meant by that because I knew I was at least five shades darker in color, much more spry and a bit of a fire cracker with a touch of love.
After moving to Las Vegas to be closer to my parents, I hoped that after a bit of time I would figure out what the true meaning of “little Mildred” meant. I have since figured it out but what I mostly discovered was that I can’t go a day without talking to my mom. A.K.A…my forever BFF, my shopping buddy, my phone buddy, my tell all to buddy. My mother and I have always been close but moving to Las Vegas absolutely enabled me to have a “relationship” with her. One that over time has strengthened not only our friendship but empowered me to understand my ways, love me more and have a deeper bond with my children.
So….what I figured out is this: what my father meant was simply that we all look alike. three different shades of Mildred. Three VERY different personalities but we are truly triplets. Happy Mother’s Day to my Mama & Gran!….and GranMommy far away.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommy’s.
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