Glitter & Glue

I won this book. I read it in a couple of days. Then I gave it to my mom. The memoir, by Kelly Corrigan, is about her time traveling abroad and particularly her time in Australia, helping to take care of kids who recently lost their mother. She tells the story of taking care of the kids, but also tells the story of her relationship with her mother.

Let me start by saying that my relationship with my mother is NOTHING like her relationship with her mother. Though, after reading the book, I have come to realize that I am more like Kelly’s mother than my own.

Kelly Corrigan and her mother had what I would call a “typical” mother-daughter relationship. Good times. Teenage years. Better times. While she is living in this house and taking care of the boy and girl, she thinks about her mother a lot and what her mother would do. The boy warms to her very quickly. The girl takes longer. She ends up making a strong bond with the kids and their older half-brother. But once she comes back to the U.S.. she loses contact with them.

What I liked about this book wasn’t necessarily the book itself. But the fact that it made me appreciate what my mother and I have. We never had issues when I was a teenager. My mom has been my biggest supporter and my go-to person when something is going on.

When I hurt my back and needed a ride to the hospital (because I wouldn’t let Mike call an ambulance and I couldn’t physically get into the Honda, I called my parents. And even though it was my father who would give me the ride, I wanted to talk to my mom. She was there when I had Patrick and she’s there whenever I need a shoulder or an ear. Or motherly advice.

Kelly Corrigan says that her mother always said Kelly’s dad was the glitter and she was the glue in the family. I think I’m more the glitter than the glue most of the time as well.

This book really made me grateful for my mom. And for the relationship we have. We laugh at the same things. We say some of the same stuff that is only logical to us.

Kelly’s mother was more withdrawn and quiet than my mom is. I am the quiet one. I am the one who likes to read and sometimes needs to be alone. I understand that urge and hope that it hasn’t negatively affected my kids. I enjoyed the vignettes of her mother when Kelly was a kid and I liked the book overall. It’s worth the read.


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