In honor of the first Mother’s Day since I have started my blog I thought that in honor of my mom…I would post her a letter. Plus, I am just so bad at sending cards.
Since I can remember you have always been a huge part of my life. Let’s face it…you gave birth to me and that’s an ordeal all by itself with my 9lb. 9oz. self. But I don’t think I truly appreciated you as my mother…until I was a mother as well.
I was a rebellious teenager who thought she knew everything there was to know about the world and oh how I was wrong. I resented you for so many things the day I left home but now I realize that resentment comes with a high price of pain and that it should never be carried onto any next chapter of life. I have since let go of all of that and feel a better person because of it.
You have been a wonderful grandma to my babies and they all love you so dearly. You have also been wonderful at loving my stepsons and never making them feel like you weren’t thinking about them in any less way as your own.
I know there are times through the years that I have been a difficult daughter and you could have given up on me but you didn’t and I will forever be grateful for that. You never hesitated 3 times in 3 years to be by my side at the birth of each of my babies and it truly comforted me especially after my first when the emotions of my life changing became a little overwhelming for a moment. You were there to make me feel better and I love and appreciate you more for it.
You should feel proud on this and every Mother’s Day for you have raised 3 caring, crazy, and loving kids who even through the bumps in the road have found their places in adulthood. They have stepped up to their responsibilities and we all love you dearly!
I hope you have a wonderful day today and everyday and hope to see you soon!
Love you always,
So here we are for our first Halloween in the new house and I am über excited!!! I have waited until today to put up our decorations in fear that the dreadful W word would blow them away…I don’t dare even say that word on this glorious day.
(our skeleton man)
So earlier in the month I went out to the garage to get my “Halloween” bins only to find that somewhere in our moving across state the Halloween decor had been dumped out and replaced with my toddler’s TOYS!!! How the heck did that happen? The good news to this was that they were like brand new toys to the kids and they unloaded the bins into their bedrooms and I didn’t hear a peep for hours. ((Happy happy mommy)) Of course now it’s just more toys for this mommy to step on, pick up, and throw away.
Now before I had children I wasn’t into decorating for Halloween because A: It was pointless being that I had no kids and B: I lived in a neighborhood where we NEVER had any trick or treaters. Therefore I would just attend my friends yearly Halloween parties drinking myself into an oblivion and spend countless Sunday’s in October curled up watching tv with a hangover …fun times ((sarcasm)).
(The one man graveyard)
The fun times are now that I have kids. I love watching Halloween excitement through their eyes. From the moments the boxes of ordered decor arrived it has been a constant “How many sleeps until Halloween?” Their little minds just don’t understand that mommy’s powers, as great as they are, cannot make the day come any faster.
So the day is finally here…they woke me up with screeches of excitement about “no more sleeps!!! Today’s Halloween!!!” We finished up our decorations, we carved and decorated pumpkins, and we got ready for our evening out. This is the first year that 2 of my 3 toddlers really got the whole idea of Halloween. We weaved our way in and out and up and down the streets…moving from house to house as I sent my little people to the front doors of decorated houses in search of a candy treat. So many people and so much commotion going on. Every once in awhile I would watch them and they couldn’t see me and this little wave of panic would rush over their faces and they would call out “MOMMY!” like I somehow was going to disappear on them in the night.
Now my 3 old daughter loves to watch and see mildly scary stuff such as watching Coraline and any Tim Burton film I own or sitting with me while I skim through Pinterest looking at Halloween ideas…she absolutely LOVES to do that.
(the bodiless headsman)
My son on the other hand…once it got completely dark, wanted to come home “cause his feet were tired” as he was spooked by every person in a costume, who walked by. So we made our way back through some streets and found our way home safe and sound something that this mommy is so very thankful for. That and I got lots of “I love you mommys” with sparkles of a successful Halloween gleaming in their eyes. Or maybe that’s just the early stages of a sugar coma coming on….
(Cat in the Hat and Tigger too)
(Cat in the Hat and my skeleton)
I am sure that any mother can relate to the constant use of the word “mommy” “mom” “ma” “mother”and “mama” in which our children like to use over and over and over again…
I remember when my first baby was born and I could not wait to hear that word. From the time he started babbling I started tying to get him to say mama…of course he said dada first…but patiently I waited and finally one day that life changing word braised across my ears…”mama”
Now it’s years later… and 3 toddlers and the use of that word have become as common in this household as the air in which we breath. And quite frankly has lost it’s lusteur. If there is one thing my kids are consistent at it is the use of that word. Sometimes to the point that makes me want to run to the very back of my closet and hide…only they would still find me there or call out the word until finally I had no other choice but to answer them.
I have tried, on many occasions, to tune then out with no avail…ignoring them has yet to work either because they just become little monuments of loudness and the sound literally pierces my eardrums. (And I used to be the lead singer of a punk rock band in which my eardrums withstood nightly beats of loud music) But nothing compares to the screeching sound of a child screaming out “MOMMY” when they think mommy isn’t paying attention. As I sit here in this very moment writing this blog and trying to concentrate I have been interrupted so many times that I have lost all hope of finishing a thought let alone this blog entry.
To only add to the madness my 3 year old prefers to call me just “mom” which wouldn’t be a problem other then the fact she sounds like a 13 year old referring to her mother instead of the sweet innocence of a 3 year old saying it. Did I just put sweet innocence and 3 year old in the same sentence?
Now you might be one of those mothers or fathers or however you refer to yourself to a child, that thinks the sounds of little ones voices are like magic tones of colors bouncing off rainbows and well good for you…I am a mother who rarely hears the sounds of silence in my crazy house of 7 people. Sometimes, when on trips to the local grocery store by myself I don’t even turn on the radio because these days those short trips in the car are about the only sounds of silence this mommy gets to enjoy.
I am linking this post with the following linkys: