My Two Mothers
Serendipity Media Group, LLC., publisher
My Two Mothers is a story of giving back to the two women she loved most. It's a story of a young girl growing up in a Sicilian family on the friendly streets of
Brooklyn, in the nineteen fifties, where she spent the first
fourteen years of her life. Her birth mother Millie (Amelia Prato) and
her (Aunt) Jennie (Nanny),
Millie's oldest sister, who couldn't have children of her own. Patricia grew
each day appreciating the influence of these women. Cushioned
between them, her early childhood was an unforgettable experience until
the day her father announced they were moving. Richmond
I understand why people say, “Paybacks are a bitch!”
It’s tough work to pay back someone in your life who has been giving to you since you were born. You see, when I came into this world, I came in having two mothers. And it seems like these two old ladies sure knew the ropes because they got me hopping around like a chicken with her head cut off paying them back big time.
By the time I clean up the kitchen from breakfast dishes, and whatnot, I’m setting the table back up because these two old gals are sitting at the table again waiting for their lunch to be served. I guess it goes that way with older folks; their stomachs seem to empty out faster.
You’ve probably guessed by now that these are the two mothers who took care of me when I was a little girl, and now it’s my time to take care of them. And oh, by the way, if you’re thinking you might stop by for dinner some evening, come early. They want dinner served up and on the table by four PM.
There are some mornings when I’m so exhausted and think did I sleep? Because it feels like I’ve just kissed them on the cheek and tucked them into their beds. It seems like minutes, before long, that I hear them hollering from their rooms of my pretty Victorian house on the beach in
for their morning cup of coffee. That’s also the time
when I get the delicate responsibility to Ocean Grove, New Jersey
sort out which false teeth are whose, soaking on top of the sink in the guest bathroom.
What can I do? They’re my mothers. I love every inch of them, every cell of their wrinkled bodies. They’re the ladies who grew me up to be the woman I am today. And by all standards of how I’ve lived my life up until now, I’d say they did a pretty good job.
They’re out there now sitting on my front porch rocking in those old wooden rockers, kind of like a duet, just rocking and breathing in the fresh salted air. The one in the left rocker with the puffy silver coif, that’s my Mama Millie. And the other one with the pixie white haircut, rocking herself silly, not hearing a thing Millie is saying to her, that’s my Nanny, Mama’s oldest sister Jennie.
They tell me I was cute when I was a toddler. I couldn’t say “Aunt Jennie” so I simply called her
Nan. And “Nanny” she became for the first fourteen years of my
life, before I became a bit more sophisticated and addressed her as Aunt
Jennie. But secretly deep down inside, I had always wished she was my birth
mother. But Nanny couldn’t have any
children of her own. That’s why Mama handed
me over to her. Well, on loan, that is, since Mama already had my sister who
was turning sixteen when I was born and my brother, who did not want a baby
sister no way, no
how; he had already turned ten the month before I became a household name.
Time certainly does fly. Doesn’t it? Lord, I don’t understand where all the years have gone to. It feels like I just blinked my eyes and I am sixty and they are in their nineties. I’m praising the Lord every day though that they’re still on earth with me because there were times when tragedy could have taken Aunt Jennie away. And Mama too, she had her health battles to conquer. You had to see these two ladies when they were young. So stylish, so beautiful, they used to just take my breath away.
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