My mom will turn 70 tonight at 10 p.m.; the emphasis is hers not mine. When I phoned today to wish her a happy birthday and asked what it felt like to be 70, she pointed out that she was not 70 yet.
Very shortly after she was born, war broke out in France. Being a reserve officer with only one child at the time, my grandfather was sent to war where he was soon made captive by the German army. He thus remained in an Oflag – a war camp for officers – until the end of the war.
Therefore for the first five or six years of her life, my mother was brought up by her own mother. When the German army reached Lille, their hometown, they fled to the country and remained in a farm until the war ended.
Then my granfather came back and the family expanded. However my mom obviously had a special bond with her own mother because of the years they had spent together during a difficult period.
When she left school, my mom went to college to become a journalist. Yet she never started work as in the meantime she had met and married my father. They were engaged for a long time as my father spent 2 years in Algeria due to the Algerian War.
I was born two years later. After another two years my brother was born. He was followed by two more boys three and five years later. My mom still didn’t work and she spent a lot of time with us. An avid reader, a great cook and a keen gardener, my mother had a great influence on my tastes and probably my personality too.
Raizy’s mom also turned 70.
Still talking about moms, the nurse who came today for my daily injection said she knew I was off school since I am her daughter’s teacher. Funny how, just as students only see us as teachers, we also tend to forget that they are children with parents.