Without the Ruth to warm our conversations about her life and complaints. I can't believe I miss her so much. It is probably because I have a teenage boy now and that reminds me of the very first teenage boy that I had the privilege to see whipped with a big stick or at least chased. Arguments everyday and problems about attitude and other things. How do you miss that? I say to myself. That is love.
My teenage boy does the exact same things, without the problems of course. And I don't have to chase this tall gangly thing around with a broom. He is a good boy, rough around the edges, but trying to be good. I do miss the Ruthy stories from Dad and how she and Iva and Rosalind gafawed about the handsome men at their beck and call. The closest that I can get, is to do my hair nicely today, since that is what she would have said to me today.
"I will steal that husband of yours because you didn't make the limas and you are walking around in your "crazy daisy uniform hair". That was my conflict with her! She was joking of course! But she knew how to take care of what she had.
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