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• Beauty Addict for Orphan
  Foundation of America


• Blogdorf Goodman for
  FINCA International


• Brain Trapped in
  Girl's Body for FINCA International


• A Girl's Gotta Spa for Orphan
  Foundation of America


• MonkeyPosh for Humane Society
  of the United States and Muscular Dystrophy Association


• Mother Hen’s Place for Aga Khan
  Foundation Canada


• Legerdenez for Orphan
  Foundation of America


• Perfume Posse for Orphan
  Foundation of America


• Perfumery for FINCA
  International


• Perfume-Smellin'
  Things for Orphan Foundation of America


• The Scented
  Salamander for Orphan Foundation of America


• Scenteur 7 for Orphan
  Foundation of America *Participating May 10th through the 15th!*


• Scentzilla! for FINCA
  International


• SmellyBlog for FINCA
  International


• The Soap Blog for UNIQUE


• That Obscure Object of Desire
  for FINCA International


• Urban Chick for Womankind
  Worldwide *Participating May 12th 'til she returns from holiday in a few
  weeks*


• Victoria's Own for FINCA
  International


• Yankee Family goes South
  for Orphan Foundation of America

Well, so it is Mother's day and I will soon take the desert out of the fridge and visit mom, together with W. and I will cook lunch for us in her flat. We will eat, sit together and talk. In itself this is not that exciting. I visit mom quite often, once every week or so. But it is Mother's day and so there will be a hint of something special.
We will probably look back in time, as mom likes to do thinking of days past long ago. Like when we were a familiy with father, two sons and a mom. Living a simple, yet decent live. She will tell us how my father used to put the cigarettes money into a box, once one pack was smoked. Thus, once the ten packs were smoked the money was there to buy another ten packs. I will sit there and listen and think my own things.
Like what it was like when I was a little boy. I do not remember much, but some things will stay for ever. Like peeling apples for the apple cake and eating some of the dough, or like building stuff with her that I found exciting. I now realise how boring this must have been for her.... or like sitting in the living room at my beloved ant Rosa, who owned a TV (we didn't because my father did not wanted us to watch TV. He was a wise man... ). Rosa, who wasn't really an ant, but a good friend of my father, 20 years older then him and even wiser; she was my mom's angel. Our family and my mom owns her a lot. When my mom was pregnant, from a married man (my father), she lived at Rosa's and Rosa took care of her. Like she did for the rest of her live for our little family. She was educated, had a good job and had an even higher educated heart. Rosa was never married. She had a lover whom she left in 33 when she left Germany for the rest of her life, I think her beloved man died in the big war, as did my mom's father.
Thus, my mom was at Rosa's and looked for a flat to raise her family, together with a man she hardly knew back then, who was my father and who loved her very much. He was 20 years older then she was, but I guess that didn't really matter for the two.

Thus, I will soon sit in the living room of my mother and think back to the time we have spend. A relationship that I have never chosen but that turned out wonderful, I hope for the two of us. That's (I guess) the trouble being a mother... you don't really have the choice. You are mother, once and for all. A gift and sometimes a burden.

When we spend time together, I feel the band, the band that holds us together. This band brought me far and her even farther. I remember her visiting me when I was living for a year in Texas. She didn't speak one word of English except for hello and byebye . But she wanted to be droped at the local mall and spend her day there, shopping. And in the evening I picked her up again, with bags filled up with clothes and stuff. I do not know how she mangaged, but she did.

I remember her in Spain, where she was travelling with my brother and me and our dog (a spaniel, he loved the sea and the Spanish loved the dog, because it really was the only Spaniel around) the first summer after my dad died. She wanted us to have a real holiday, so we went to Spain and for a day, I was for the first time in Morocco. A place where, some 20 years later, we were again, mom and me, and W. This time on my expenses and visiting Morocco from north to south.
And I remember travelling with her in Kenya, a voyage that I gave as a gift, because I like to spend time with the people I love, how she was shaken by the poverty. She had a hard time to see us living in luxury resorts, taking showers and drinking wine while outside the African women were carrying their water home, miles and miles, dirty water, for a thirsty family.
Thus, if mom had a computer, she would comment on my blog, too.