sasquatch and mom

The above photo is labeled as “Sasquatch and Mom” in my computer.  My Mother is all of 5′.  And she is the only woman I have ever feared….other than my Grandmother who passed in the 80’s.

Mom is a badass.  Born in the Detroit area, one of 11 kids to a working class family.  She met my father during WWII, married and promptly moved across Michigan to the furthest western extreme away from her family.  Not that she really wanted to.  Mom was close to all of her sibs.  It was just that at that time, when you were married you went where your husband and his work took you.  And that was Keeler, Michigan.

Mom gave birth to 3 boys.  A woman in a household of 4 men and her family clear across the state from her.  And she did it all with an iron fist.

Today Mom will be with one of my brothers in a mass Mothers Day cookout/gab0-fest/grandbaby kissing mosh pit.  She will haul herself out to her car, get in, back out of her parking spot, and hit the road.  Heaven help anyone who gets in her way.  Mom does have a love for the accelerator on that little car of hers.

Even though when I look into the mirror in the morning I see Robert Dodd looking back at me, I like to think that I have some of my mom in me.  Both my parents loved music, but it was Mom who loved being with people.  It is Mom who loved, and still loves going to family reunions with her family in the Detroit area.  It is Mom who has an opinion on everything and anything and isn’t bothered about whether it is a popular opinion or not.

My Mom is a badass.  And you had best get onboard with that idea.

Happy Mothers Day, Mom.