All week I've planned on writing about the summer my mom spent living with me and my family.
The year after my dad died she came to live with us for the whole summer. She took care of the kids so we didn't have to send them to summer care, or hire an expensive baby sitter. You might think having your mother/mother-in-law live with you would not be the happiest of situations, but it was one of the best summers of my entire life. I've spent the week rehashing all the great memories of that time.
But something changed.
As I've spent the week writing about other things...all the wonderful things my mother is...I realized the best thing my mother has done (and does) for me is just simply to love me in the best way she can with all the love she has to give.
My mother has supported me in every thing I've ever done. She has always told me I could do whatever I set my mind to, and even when I'm sure she thought my mind was pointed in a direction that might not have been the best, she allowed me to make my own mistakes, knowing I would ultimately learn from my choices.
My mom has loved me like no one else on earth could love me, with a mother's love. This was something I never understood until I had children of my own. As my kids have grown, my understanding of this love has also matured.
Mother, I love you and I appreciate all you have done for me. Thank you.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Random Memories and Thoughts
I have tomorrow's post planned out, but I want to save it for the "big day". As I was sitting here pondering what to write about today so many random thoughts and memories came to mind, I thought I'd make sort of blog collage.
My mom was a fantastic artist. I used to beg her to "draw me a horse". She had art books that I tried (unsucessfuly) to use to learn to draw. She drew really good faces.
My mom was the QUEEN of Random House magazine subscriptions and is the QUEEN of e-mail forwards.
My mom has always bought plants. I used to think she had as much of a black thumb as I do, but the truth is she's been able to keep a lot of things alive. She had rose bushes and a wisteria outside, and all kinds of various house plants inside, when I was growing up. Now, she's got a veritable botanical garden of things growing. She killed a lot of things, but, unlike me, she never gives up.
My mom is a consummate student. I remember her taking college classes when I was very young, with her books all spread out on the living room floor. She probably took every correspondence course there was to take when she was in the guard (always making perfect, or near perfect scores). She and my dad took Spanish two semesters. Whereas he couldn't remember how to say, "Hola" (he would usually say "Low-ha"), she made A+'s and could have taught the class!
My mom could play the piano, but she rarely ever did. We had an organ (I think she still has it), but I think I pretended to play more than she ever got on it. I loved to hear her play.
My mom had a little black French poodle named Pierre when I was little. She later owned a Siamese cat named Mai Tai. She now owns a teacup chihuahua named Chiquita.
My mother makes the best breaded porkchops and baked Corn-Flake chicken breasts.
My mother's laugh is contagious. So is her clap. When she laughs or claps, the whole world wants to join in. (Well, angry people don't like it because it makes them realize just how sad and pathetic they really are!) I realize more and more every day just how much like her I really am--especially when I'm "cheering" or laughing!!
My mom found out I had, uhum...cough..., "altered" my 7th grade report card (I changed my art grade from a D to a B and my French grade from a D to a C)....and she kept it a secret from my dad. She told me I had to 1) bring up the grades, and 2) NEVER do anything like that again, or she would rat me out. I did bring up the grades, and never did anything like that again....and, as far as I know, my dad never found out!
I had several boyfriends who told me they thought my mom was seriously hot, especially her legs!!
I really can't wait to write tomorrow's post.
I love you, Mother.
My mom was a fantastic artist. I used to beg her to "draw me a horse". She had art books that I tried (unsucessfuly) to use to learn to draw. She drew really good faces.
My mom was the QUEEN of Random House magazine subscriptions and is the QUEEN of e-mail forwards.
My mom has always bought plants. I used to think she had as much of a black thumb as I do, but the truth is she's been able to keep a lot of things alive. She had rose bushes and a wisteria outside, and all kinds of various house plants inside, when I was growing up. Now, she's got a veritable botanical garden of things growing. She killed a lot of things, but, unlike me, she never gives up.
My mom is a consummate student. I remember her taking college classes when I was very young, with her books all spread out on the living room floor. She probably took every correspondence course there was to take when she was in the guard (always making perfect, or near perfect scores). She and my dad took Spanish two semesters. Whereas he couldn't remember how to say, "Hola" (he would usually say "Low-ha"), she made A+'s and could have taught the class!
My mom could play the piano, but she rarely ever did. We had an organ (I think she still has it), but I think I pretended to play more than she ever got on it. I loved to hear her play.
My mom had a little black French poodle named Pierre when I was little. She later owned a Siamese cat named Mai Tai. She now owns a teacup chihuahua named Chiquita.
My mother makes the best breaded porkchops and baked Corn-Flake chicken breasts.
My mother's laugh is contagious. So is her clap. When she laughs or claps, the whole world wants to join in. (Well, angry people don't like it because it makes them realize just how sad and pathetic they really are!) I realize more and more every day just how much like her I really am--especially when I'm "cheering" or laughing!!
My mom found out I had, uhum...cough..., "altered" my 7th grade report card (I changed my art grade from a D to a B and my French grade from a D to a C)....and she kept it a secret from my dad. She told me I had to 1) bring up the grades, and 2) NEVER do anything like that again, or she would rat me out. I did bring up the grades, and never did anything like that again....and, as far as I know, my dad never found out!
I had several boyfriends who told me they thought my mom was seriously hot, especially her legs!!
I really can't wait to write tomorrow's post.
I love you, Mother.
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