Day 9 of January

It's Wednesday, January 16th. 
My apologies for the error in the date of the previous entry.  Thank you to all of you who brought it to my attention - k, only one of you, but at least it means you read my blog, and paid attention.  I appreciate it.
  January is half over, or if you look at it in a positive way, we are lucky to still have 15 days left in January.  That statement is probably more easy to accept considering the beautiful weather we are having.  And I did appreciate the warm weather today because was the first day of swimming lessons.  Not for me, but for the triplets.  Yes, three 2 1/2 year old, and three adults.  I can only describe it in two words - Crazy - Fun.  The crazy part if of course the pre and post lesson.  We as adults, need to be a little more organized.  The fun part, three two year old, in the pool, a new environment for them, and them feeling safe in your arms.  It's been a long time since I've had to partake in mom-tot (or this case caregiver/tot) swimming lessons.  That was 16 years ago, and a few dress sizes smaller.
   The afternoon was spent with Mom.  While I was there we got talking about childhoods, hers and mine.  I love to hear stories about Mom growing up.  I'm glad I wrote many of these memories down years ago, when Mom was able to remember them with a little bit more confidence.  But it is still surprising the different stories that just pop out of know where. 
   After our visit, and while driving home, I was listening to the CBC and they announced a literary contest. I thought to myself, "I can do this".  I might not win, but you know I like contests, and it's not always about the winning, but getting to participate. (sounds like an Oscar speech - It's nice to win, but I was just happy with being nominated).  But I actually speak the truth when I say I love playing games/contests.  If you've ever heard my on 103, in the Y vs X, I don't mind when I lose, I just love playing (or being heard on the radio)
   K, I am getting way of topic here.  I have many different piece I have written.  Most of them I haven't edited, and some still have notes at the bottom.  As I strolled over some of these writings, I realize I have a couple of themes going.  First they are mostly non-fiction; second, many are biographical and third, some are about people who have had a great influence on my life.  So I've decided to edit the piece I wrote on my mom and maybe submit it.  I called mom first and asked her permission.  She gave her permission, but was humbly persistent that there was really nothing important to say about her.  I, disagreed.
   Without going into most of the details right now, here is a lady that was born in early 1920's.  Attended 5 different schools by grade 5, and simultaneously lived with different families. She helped her mom take care of 5 younger siblings. Dropped out of school after grade 9.  At the age of 15 entered the work force, taking care of children (Hmmm , maybe that's where I get my love of kids from).  Was working as a telephone operator when she met and married my Dad.  Both Mom and Dad shared a November 6 birthday. Was a young bride at 20, a young mom at 21, and 23.  Was a coalminers wife. Was a hockey mom. Re-entered parenthood at the age of 35 and 38. Became a Grandma at 44; Became a widow at 59.  Is a grandma 9 9 great-grandma of 5.  And this year she will celebrate her 90th birthday.  I think she's got a very interesting history.
  Anyway, I'll keep you posted on how the story goes.  i have until the beginning of February to finish.  I may be calling on all my "teacher" types to provide feedback. 
Off for another early bedtime, with a smile on my face.
Night
Stacey