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Three Things My Mother Taught Me

Once upon a time when I was a little girl, I grew up moving a lot. Every year was a new place and new people. My childhood friends used to ask me all the time if my Dad was in the military. Although my Dad had served in the military, that was before he and my Mom met. My Dad loved looking for the next best paycheck. When he started as an apartment manager, he kept looking forward to how he could get ahead. It was a blessing indeed. We didn't grow up rich, but we never wanted for anything.

Moving meant packing, a new school, new friends, and a new neighborhood. It was the regular rhythm of my early years. My extrovert personality didn't mind, of course, but it did mean that I had a "new" best friend every year. I was always the new kid on the block.

What I remember about my Mom during this ever moving season of my childhood is that she was always welcoming. Whether we were the ones moving into the neighborhood or new people moved in next door didn't matter. She wanted to be the first to invite our neighbors into our lives. I love that this also helped me broadened my cultural awareness at a young age, as we met all sorts of people.

My Mom is an amazing cook and she bakes just as well. She would make a dish and take it over to the neighbor. Who can say no to a yummy home-cooked meal? Needless to say, we made friends quickly. Neighbors loved reciprocating with a delicious meal or an invitation to their home. Before we knew it, we'd be hanging out with the neighborhood kids at the pool, playing at the playground with them, or sharing a meal. I remember my childhood as fun and delicious, to say the least.