This is the Infinity Circle Necklace that Hip Mom Jewelry made for me.
Yes, that is the clear hangar strap from my shirt draped over my left shoulder, I’m classy.
There are three reasons I love this necklace:
1. I can choose which child gets featured between the rings and therefore is my favorite child of the day. If they start acting up, all I have to say is, “Do you want me to turn the circle?”
2. Obviously it’s very pretty and it features four of my favorite things.
Oh! Sorry, Preacher, next time I’ll get your name on there too. Poor puppy.
3. This is for all us old Mommas…
that can’t remember where we set our glasses…
and can’t live without them for more than a few minutes.
WA-LAH!
I can’t see a darn thing! But isn’t that necklace pretty? Do you want one? Hip Mom Jewelry is giving one of these away to one of my fabulous readers. Of course the winner won’t have my children’s names stamped on it. That would be weird.
Here’s how to enter: Contest Closed. Thank you all for entering I have loved reading the comments about your Mommas!
In honor of Mother’s Day please tell me something wonderful about your momma and if you don’t have a momma then tell me something wonderful about a momma that you love.
Contest ends Saturday May 9th at 5:00pm CST. Winner will be announced on Mother’s Day!
The winner will be determined by my MOM! That’s right I called Grandma Martha today and asked her if she would be the judge of this contest and she was very excited. She will be reading all the entries from her headquarters at The Puppet Factory and she alone will determine who has the most wonderful story about their momma. Let me give you a hint, Grandma Martha is very sentimental and she loves to laugh.
One entry per person please.
Oh, and one more thing, if you feel there is no chance in H-E-double hockey sticks that you are going to win this little contest but you really want that necklace, then you can go to Hip Mom Jewelry and use the code COALCREEKFARM to recieve 20% off your entire order until the end of May. Don’t you love a coupon?!
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My mom taught me that it is more important to give than to receive. My parents divorced when I was in second grade, and she went back to school and then got a full-time job to take care of me on her own. She sacrified all that she could in her own life so that I would not have to go without, and taught me that less is more. She made her own clothes, taught me how to make healthy meals with only a few ingredients, and showed me what it is to triumph over a hardship. And that whole time she acted as a sounding board for me and her friends, even though she was the one that was struggling.
She passed away in 2007 at the young age of 50, and I miss her every day….
My mom does all my laundry when she comes to stay with us. I have 3 little ones and a husband who like to wear at least two different pairs of pants a day. It tends to pile up. She just digs in and gits ‘er done for me, even though by the time I was 13 she made us do all of our own laundry.
My mom was born crippled, with her knee caps at the back of her legs instead of the front. After multiple surgeries and being apart from her parents as the Shriner’s took care of her, she spent most of her childhood in leg braces. She was also born deaf. After completing high school, going to college, getting married and having children, she never once complained about being disabled, deaf, or life in general. I have learned so much from her and I consider her my hero, the wind beneath my wings, and the best mother anyone could ask for. In the past 5 years, she has had both her knees replaced and she received a Kochlear implant. Not only can she walk around with absolutely no pain, she can hear a drop of water hitting her sink. How awesome is God??? I love my mother more than words can describe!
Something wonderful about my momma is that she takes time for my children. She tells them stories about our family and gives them a connection to their past. And she makes sure they know what blessings they are. She lets them help her in the kitchen, and at her sewing and quilting. She’s kept baby albums for each of them of their first year because I was too busy nursing them and changing their diapers to take their pictures! And when they built their house, she had Papa save one corner of the attic to make into a little fort, complete with a dutch door for them to enter.
My mom has been my life giver and my life saver.(Oh lordy, If you were a life saver, what flavor would you be?)The last few months have been especially difficult because in the same week in February I had major back surgery (unexpected) and my husband’s church asked us to leave (very, unexpected). My mom dropped everything she had planned (apparently she has a life
) and drove 600 miles to be with me, my 3 homeschooled unsocialized children and a my devestated husband. She kept our family from completely falling apart.
Now, we are getting ready to move in June and of course, she will be here to help clean windows, floors and the dust bunnies from moved furniture because I am unable to bend or twist for 6 months. She is an amazing woman.
Back in 1971, I became an insulin dependant diabetic at age 11. Mom had to learn how to give insulin shots, perform urine tests, change her way of cooking for me, learn how to recognize, and treat insulin reactions, take me to frequent Dr.s appointments, make sure every slumber party I went to, the parents knew what to do if I needed help. She also allowed me to go on a 2 week trip as a teenager with others to camp. Now, at the age of 87, Mom asks me “What would I do without you?”. Mom, I will ask you, “What would I do without you?” Thanks Mom.
My mom. She’s 57 almost 58 years old. She raised me, my brother and my sister (they were 2 months apart). How is that, you ask? She’s really my cousin but her mom and dad divorced when she was 15 months old. Her dad got full custody. My mom was a SAHM (stay at home mom) and so we got another one in the house. It was like she had twins. Anyway, when my daughter was 11 months old, my dad had his 1st stroke. We found out that he had a blockage in his brain stem…90% blockage…unoperable…so he was put on blood thinners and they didn’t think he would live. Well, he was a stubborn old goat…and lived like that for 7 years! My mom retired 3 years ago to take spend the rest of their lives together. And then, my husband and I divorced 2 years ago and I sold my house…the same time we found out my dad had cancer. The dreaded “C” word!! It was unoperable due to his other medical problems. He did radiation and chemo – but chemo almost killed him. So, he just did radiation. At Thanksgiving in 2007 we were told he was cancer free. And then in January, it was back and was back with a vengence! He took pain meds like crazy. It spread from his mouth and throat to his ears, his brain and then to his organs in the end. He passed away December 24, 2008. The whole time he was sick, my mom took care of him. 24/7/365!! She NEVER left his side ANY time he was in the hospital. On Dec. 21 when he started hemoraging, the doctors said he wouldn’t make it through the night. EVERYONE in my family was at M. D. Anderson in Houston, TX (we have a HUGE family) to say goodbye. Our Pastor was there the whole night with us and every day after that. They moved him to a hospice facility on the 22nd. He felt really good and wasn’t hemoraging anymore, so he wanted to have his girls (12 and8 year old granddaughters) come up to the hospital and open their gifts from he and my mom since he wouldn’t be home for Christmas Day. They got there, but he started hemoraging again. The girls left. But they did get to say goodbye the day before. He wouldn’t let them see him like that. My mom was a trooper! And still is. My dad died at 6:18 p.m. on Christmas Eve. My mom said that she had such a feeling of relief because she knew he wasn’t suffering any more. Because he did suffer…so bad. My mom is the strongest woman I know. Her last years with my dad were filled with travel around the US and also to and from every doctors appointment he EVER had. Most weeks there were 2 or three a week. It didn’t matter…that was her husband of 38 almost 39 years and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She is strong, strong willed, supportive, and many, many other things! I hope you agree with me.
~Kari
This will be a very sad Mother’s day for our family. I am blessed to have both my mother and father living with me, and I get to talk with them, laugh with them everyday. Unfortunately my mother in law, Billie, passed away on April 24th after being diagnosed with Leukemia on her birthday March 24th. My husband was able to take FMLA leave from his work where we live in Texas and drive home to be with his mom during her treatment. Billie went into the hospital on Friday March 27th and began chemotherapy right away. My husband, Sean, drove to Indiana and was there for her on the next Tuesday. Treatment was going well and my daughter and I planned a surprise trip to cheer her up Friday April 17-21st. (My daughter Natalie was her only grandchild.) The Wednesday before our trip they had to incubate her and put her on life support as she was having trouble breathing on her own. They heavily sedated her into a coma. When we arrived she had had a rough couple of days and thy had to move her to a bed that rotated 360 degrees. Billie never came out of the coma and after extending our trip 2 times, the doctors told us there was no hope she would come out. We took her off the respirator on Friday April 24th and Billie died 10 minutes later. Billie was more of a friend to me after 20 years of marriage to her son than a mother in law, and I still can not believe I will never be able to speak with her again. My husband was so kind to invite my parents to live we us, and I am so grateful to him because I can see them everyday. My mom has started to forget things, but I would not trade her for anything. This tragic loss has taught me every second is precious. I plan on celebrating Mother’s day with her by taking her to a pie shoppe and browsing some antique shops. Thank you and Happy Mother’s Day!
She was totally in love w/ my dad, they never argued (that I knew of), a constant source of support and encouragement – she even took up dirt bike riding for him. The best thing for kids is parents who love each other, love Jesus, love their kids. Period.
Ther eis a momma I know that will be anyone’s momma if they need one. She is a strong, smart, independent, baby/kid loving momma and if I could hand pick my mom, she’d be it.
My mom,
There are so many words that pop into my head when I think about my mom. She is strong, commanding, and gentle and loving. I adore my mom, she has a calming affect about her. That as a teen would drive me mad. But now being a mother myself, I find it soothing. I love that she reminds me its ok if we fail, its how we handle our failure that matters the most. I love that she cherishes her memories and allows grief to not consumer, her mother Died 4 yrs about from complications of Alzheimer’s. She chooses to live everyday with the knowledge that our Granny is now busy doing what she always wanted to do in Heaven. She is working how she could not for the last 10 yrs of her live.
So my mom, is brave, and lives everyday. I love her for living, and loving me and mine.
I love her for never letting me quit even when I wanted to. Thats what my mom does.
What about my mother? Is that she was taken from me too soon, I was 23 when she died.
The last memory I have of her was sitting in her rocking chair, with her two baby girl-granddaughters on her lap.
My friends all loved her. She always made them feel welcome in our home and made them feel special.
After I got to be about ten, she worked. And she always had a breakfast on the table, and she always had a hot dinner on the table. And her house was always clean and neat, and she went to church every time the doors were opened. She was a very smart person, and very independent.
And sometimes, she would bring a lost soul in her house for a meal or a place to stay. I dont think other people realized she did this, because she never got an award for it, never had a writeup in a paper…and she didnt even expect anything like that.
She is my hero, because I learned from her what you do for your family, and what you do for others is your reward.
My mom is the most beautiful person in the world due to the simple fact that she loves me unconditionally. This beauty touches my life in so many ways.
My mom is the most generous person that I know.
My mom is such a servant. In fact, over this past weekend she cleaned the bathrooms in the house we just moved into because I’m too pregnant (due 3 days ago). And lemme tell you, they were soooooo dirty! I hope I can learn to be a humble servant as she is for so many people.
My sister was 38 years old when her husband died – leaving her with 5 children between the ages of 6 to 14 plus a farm to take care off. Her faith kept her strong as she worked hard to keep the farm and to raise her kids. After a couple of years, she married a classmate who was also a widower with two kids. They compliment each other although he’s a rancher and she loves to farm. Together they have raised seven wonderful adults and are now enjoying a few grandchildren.
What I love about my Mum is that she is my Mum.
What I love about my mom is that she and my dad have a great relationship…they love to laugh and pinch each others bums!
What I love about my mother is her ability to be caring and also realistic at the same time. She never sugar coated things, and yet always told us how much she loved my sister and I. I really do hope as my son gets older, he can look up to me the same way.
My mom picked me out of several other babies. She made me feel like a princess, and I miss her more than words can describe.
How do you put into words how much you love your mother or how much she has done for you? For me that would go from infinity and beyond. I will give it a try though.
My mother is the turn epitome of a Proverbs 31 woman. The best example of this has been since my father had 6-bypass surgery a couple of years ago, though being that woman has always been her way as I was growing up. Due to his surgery my dad had to change jobs, which has meant a significant pay decrease. This has required mom to go back to work, after a 30-year stint as a stay at home/homeschooling mom, to help supplement. I was 6 when she same home full-time. She now has 3 jobs to help supplement my parents’ income. She cleans house, works for a chiropractor and does stocking at our local health food store.
I am so proud of my mom for doing this because not only does she prove daily to me that your work ethic and productivity should and can run circles around anyone else, but that she is 60 and does it all while still being an energetic and shining example of Christ’s love to all those she meets and comes in contact with.
Momma I love you and am honored to be your daughter.
My momma was never tired of hearing me talk about myself. I never bothered to ask her how her day went but she’d REALLY, HONESTLY care how my day went. I miss her so much. Pardon me while I cry…
Betty
My Mom is my hero.She became pregnant with me at 19, and could have passed on my life, but embraced me and I grew inside her and hasn’t stopped since.
As I sit and type this, she is upstairs vacuuming my bedrooms. Today I had a D&E, due to a non viable pregnancy. My Mom came to the rescue to hold up the fort for my husband and I and my two little ones, knowing the emotional toll this would have on me before it even happened. My Mom has always been like that. She is an incredible woman of God and to her family, sacrificing her needs to meet mine, the true definition of a Mama. Through many of my past fertility issues she is the first one to cry with me and the first one to hold my hand. I love her more than words can describe. She has modeled for me how to be an unconditional and selfless mother and wife, and for that I am eternally grateful.
So this Mother’s Day is a sentimental one as I look back on the babies I have lost and love on the ones I have, with my Mama.
My Mother gave birth to and raised seven children and never once uttered a bad word about it. Seriously, she was a saint and was even disappointed that she stopped at seven when she wanted twelve!
That lunacy does not run in the family. I stopped at one.
But gosh even after just one, I love my Mom for the sacrifices she made and what she did for the seven of us!
My mom was the absolutely best mom on the planet during our growing up years, but she’s proven to be even better now. During my marriage, I was a SAHM and homeschooled my kids. When I ended up getting divorced and moved back to my hometown, I found out that life was much easier than I thought it was going to be, because now I actually had someone to help me with my children – my mom. I was able to continue to homeschool, even though I was working part-time because my mom (and my dad too) was willing to step in and back me up whatever way was needed. I was offered an opportuntity to get a free master’s degree in education from a very prestigious college in town, but it required a major commitment for a whole year. My mom said, “I will do whatever it takes to support you!”. In addition to that, on my way to class one day, someone ran a red light and turned right in front of me. In the collision, my heelbone was broken in half, which is a horrible break! My mom and dad made it a priority, between them, to drive me to class, pick me up, and take care of my children when I was gone (I couldn’t drive for about 3 months). Once I graduated and started teaching part-time, my mom continued to be there to stand in my place so my kids could continue to homeschool. When my daughter’s kidneys failed a year and a half ago, my mom drove her to and from dialysis until she had a kidney transplant in December. How could I ever have survived all the things I have faced over the past 5 or 6 years without the most wonderful mom on the planet? And when I thank her and tell her how wonderful she is, she thinks I’m making too big a deal out of it. But it is a big deal! She’s the best ever!
“Suck your stomach in & put your lips on!” AND “If you don’t remember your manners, someone else will!” These are just a few things mama always said to make sure her 4 daughters were raised properly. She always tells stories of her childhood, & how lucky she felt that for lunch she had a biscuit in a tin lunch pail. Growing up, & even into my adulthood, the repetitive stories could frazzle me. A young mother is always in such a rush. Now that her memory is fading, & she gets confused, I am able to wait a minute to see if she can finish her thought. When she appears to get upset & her eyes start to water, I am able to finish the story. She smiles with a look of relief, & shakes her head. Now, I am so very grateful, that she repeated her stories. Her health is failing, & my maturity to appreciate the meaning behind the stories, has made them my most prized family possessions.
I wouldn’t change a thing about my childhood.
Except maybe a couple of the haircuts.
Love you Mom!
I love my mama because of a lot of reasons. This week I’m especially thankful that she is teaching my kids how to garden because she knows I’m afraid of dirt. Well, I’m not afraid of dirt but I am afraid of finding cat poo with my bare hands and if I wear gloves my hands sweat too much and get all itchy. So, I’m really thankful my mama is teaching my kids to become one with the soil. She’s awesome like that.
I love my mom because there isn’t one thing about her that I don’t love, and I love that I am turning into her!
When I was anxiously pregnant with my one and only child 10 years ago, I remember my Mom telling me “Deb, all you have to do is just love that baby!” I love my Mom for keeping life in perspective.
My mother is a saint. She raised five daughters-the youngest being multiply handicapped. Elizabeth died 7 years ago and we all still miss her. One of my funniest times with my mother was when my sisters and I traveled to Arizona with my mom and that night we went to McDonalds. It was across the street from the hotel so we didn’t drive but Mom wanted to go through the drive-through anyway. So here’s my Mom chugg-chugging up to the window with my sister and I arguing about who gets shotgun. The kid at the window didn’t think it was very funny but we laughed all night long and still do to this day!
I just got off the phone with my mother. I’ll be seeing her for her 88th birthday later this month. Mum has Alzheimers and is rapidlly forgetting so many things. She forgets I’m her daughter, sometimes calls me her sister and sometimes thinks I’m her mother. We still talk though. She and I always laughed together when we talked and we still do. We laugh at the things she says, we laugh about stories I tell her about my 7 children and 17 grandchildren, although she can’t remember any of them. I’m treasuring these talks and the disjointed, incoherent (sometimes) letters she sends me. The last thing she said to me tonight before hanging up was “tell your husband I love him almost as much as I love you, but I can’t remember his name or what he looks like”. We laughed at that too. She’s been a great Mum, grandmother and great-grandmother. I already miss her so much.
When my appendix ruptured last year, my mom was here so fast, I thought she was Wonder Woman. (She lives 4 hours away.) She was with me at the hospital during waking hours and came home and cared for my husband and kids, too.
She cooked, she cleaned. She organized my tupperware cabinet. Yes, she really did. That’s why mom is so special. I really wish you could have seen my tupperware cabinet.
When I was in high school, my mom would let me take “personal days” when I needed a break. Then we would drive to the beach and go shopping.
After I had baby #2 last year, she flew out to stay with us for two weeks. I felt like I needed to be up and dressed every day and doing housework and stuff. When I confessed that I was doing these things because I worried she would think I was being a bum (4 days after having a baby, jeesh, what was I thinking?) She said “my expectations for you while I am here are for you to stay in bed and rest as much as possible. Because once I’m gone, you won’t get any more. Now hand me that baby and go take a nap” And then she made dinner and scrubbed my kitchen sink until it shined. She’s pretty wonderful.
First I want to say THANK YOU for such an uplifting and well-writen blog that gives me so many smiles while I while away the hours at this desk every day.
I sort of wish I could copy Christines’ commentary on her childhood- what a wonderful testament of her memories.
My own childhood wasn’t that bad (for being on the income of a Baptist preacher), but by the time I was 12, I began to make my life a lot worse – I began to realize that no matter how much my parents loved me, I had another mother and father SOMEWHERE OUT THERE.
Because I didn’t understand why they ‘threw me away’, I made my Mom and Dads’ life a living hell and my own life too – by refusing to accept them. It took having my own child to come to terms with the position of these parents who raised me and make amends. They were always forgiving and loving.
One day after I turned 31, I got the phone call I’d dreamed of all my life- they’d found my ‘real’ mother!
When my “Mom and Dad” took me to the airport to go see my ‘real mother’ for the first time, my Mom said: “I’m afraid of losing you, but I want you to be happy even if that means without me.”
THAT is the best testament of a TRUE mother’s love- something I had doubted and rejected almost all of my life.
It wasn’t such a big shock to find out that my life would’ve been much worse if I’d not been adopted – although I found my biological mother to be almost like a twin to myself – it was most uncanny the things we have in common – and life events that parallel each others too! Were still on great terms more than 20 years later. Her sacrifice was out of love- to save my life from a KNOWN hell for the chance of a good life.
But my “Mom” showed me what real love is: she gave me everything she had to give me and then she sacrificed her own feelings for my sake.
Come Mother’s Day, I have a real job of showing my appreciation to them both, but love them both very much and I TRY.
Thanks for the opportunity to share and enter this contest. If I were to win the necklace, one of my Mom’s names would go onto one side, and the other on the other side- because to me, I’ve been shown how things can come around full circle with both of them.
~Laureli
Okay, today I was visiting my mom-in-law for a pre-mother’s day lunch. She brought out her yard stick to measure something and I was quickly taken back to a time when I was four years old. My mom used a yard to stick to spank with. I still don’t own one. My mom-in-law sweetly put that old scary thing away when I told her I was having a “flashback”.
My mom used to buy me dolls. I loved them. When I was five years old,I had one that I took in the bath tub with me and ruined it. She had some kind of batting inside her plastic body and it mildewed. She stunk like heck. BUT I loved that baby doll even more, because after she was water logged, and mildewed she was more like a real baby, she was heavy and stinky. My mom devised a plan. She decided to take my baby to the doctor. We really went to our family doctor who made a big production out of how sick my baby was and she needed to go to the hospital. I said she needed a shot, so the doctor gave my baby a shot. My mother had set this up to take my doll to a place where she could have a new body put on. When I got my “baby,” back from the hospital mom said I wouldn’t have a thing to do with her anymore because she wasn’t like a real baby. My mom was so ticked she spent a small fortune getting that doll thing worked out.
My mom did a lot of cool things with me when I was young before the brothers came along. She used to take me to Capwells for lunch. I always ate the same thing, probably because that was what I had been taught to say, “I’d like a grilled cheese sandwich and a Jr strawberry milkshake please.” A milk shake was a much safer order than a cone. When I had an ice cream cone my mom would “fix” it which meant she would stick this enormous tongue out of her mouth, and engulf my whole ice cream in a couple of licks. Half the cone would be gone before I got it back.
My time as the princess daughter ended with the birth of my two younger brothers. By the time the youngest one was two we had a whole different mom. This mom spanked everybody when something went wrong. This mom sent us to bed before the sun even went down and locked us outside all day. We could use the bathroom and eat but as long as the sun was out we had to get outside and stay outside.
I love my brothers but she should’ve quit with just me. I might have ended up a debutante, married to some rich guy; but then I wouldn’t be my wonderful self. Naw, keep the brothers.
My mom is there…always…and no matter what is going on in her life, or how rough she has it, she will drop everything for one of her kids, grandkids, or great grandkids. I have one child…she had 6 (my little sister died at 8 days old), and I can’t imagine how she had (has)the energy. Now she is raising a grandson who is 4, and still manages to be there for the rest of the family. She recently lost her job, and her unemployment ran out, but she keeps her chin up and keeps on going. She takes elderly friends and family to doctor appointments, gardens, babysits, and runs everyone to and fro. She’s not perfect, doesn’t pretend to be and doesn’t expect the rest of us to be. She’s great.
(and if I win, I will give the necklace to her)
My mom got here PhD in nuclear engineering and had 7 kids. She is very pregnant in most of her graduation photos. It’s really quite intimidating actually. I decided to have just one kid, one degree and become an ecologist. Now we both live in the country and take photos of wildlife.
My mother is my best friend and my mentor. She means the world to me.
Top 5 Reasons that MY MOM is the best.
1. She quit her job to raise the three of us kids. Always baking us cookies for school, cheering at the ball games, braiding our hair, chauffering us anywhere we wanted, and taking care of our house. She always had dinner on the table when Dad came home, gave us our baths (not anymore thankfully), and said our prayers with us. This lady is superwoman. No seriously. Lois Lane better watch out because Superman will be jealous if he finds out about my mom.
2. She doesn’t believe in the middle child syndrome. Not that both of us being a middle child has anything to do with it.
3. When my boyfriend in high school broke up with me after a year, she layed in bed with me and stroked my hair and told me God had a plan for this in my life. Turns out she was right.
4. I was in the hospital for a whole month my junior year in high school, and my mom only left twice. Once to go home and shower. The other to go home and pack for our trip to surgery in Indianapolis.
5. When I was 8, I got stuck in a cow manure/mud mixture during a torrential downpour after cutting through the pasture with my cousin on our bikes. My mom didn’t yell. She stripped us down to our skivvies and simply hosed us off.
My Mom. The Best. Always in my heart. Always there for me to confide in, laugh with, cry with. Always my best friend.
If I win the necklace, it’s hers.
My dear sweet Mom that I have been so blessed to have in my life for 53 years.
I love you Mom. Kisses and hugs!
Whenever something really important happens in my life, I can’t wait to share it with my Mom. She has this way of making the good stuff great and the bad stuff seem not so bad after all. My Mom is the just the friend I need. She Rocks!!!
My mother will be 98 years old this year and has gone through a lot of hard times through the years. She helped our dad on the farm and raised us 4 kids and sacrificed a lot to see that we had things we needed. She has always been there for any of us when we needed her and never complained. Wish I could do for her as she did for me when I was a kid. She and my 104 year old step-dad live a quiet life in a small Texas town and she still drives them around town or out to the old family farm. She has been a wonderful mother, grandmother, great grandmother and now a great-great grandmother.
My mom had me late in life, she was 40. (And I have a younger brother) Now I realize we were the kids with the “older” parents at school. Funny, I never realized it when I was growing up. I remember how she loved to fish and took us almost every weekend. I turned out to be a great fisherman(woman)? And as I grew older amazed the boys I dated when I could bait my own hook and take my fish off of the hook. But, I think the most important thing I learned was independence. She taught me to take care of myself. I learned that I could do anything I wanted to. In chosing a mate– I didn’t need someone to take care of me (I could do that myself!) I needed someone to care about me. I think that is why I have such a great marriage today. I lost her several years ago, and I miss her dearly——
Oh my poor mom – having to raise me at such a young age! I was the cause of her being kicked out of her childhood home. My conception was the source of family strife for so many months. The baby that grew inside also gave life to a hurried wedding. A blessed wedding that is still blooming some 40 years later. My mom didn’t become bitter about my early arrival. She welcomed me with open arms and did what she needed to do to have a happy family. We didn’t have alot of money but I never remember that too much. I remember all the fun we had wherever we lived. And it wasn’t the people in the neighborhood or the playground down the street that made my childhood so great – it was a young mom trying to bring a peaceful, happy home to our house. Thank you Mom for not giving up on me in the very beginning. I know it would have been easier to get rid of me, but me and my “Chip” and our two lil’ chicks thank you for working it out! I LOVE MY MOM!
My Mom, who also happens to be my best friend, is a bit of a spaz. She embarasses me constantly and I couldn’t be more grateful for it. She’s taught me humility and confidence, and how to be just plain silly. And now that I have a baby girl of my own, she’s teaching me how to be a patient, kind, and awesome mother. I remember one night when I was about 16, I was being particularly bratty about not wanting to eat something she had made for dinner and I kicked a placemat that had fallen on the floor. I’m sure I accompanied the kick with some smart-ass remark too, but I don’t recall. Anyway, my Mom was so exhasperated with me that she slammed her hands down on the table, forgetting she had a fork in her hand, and somehow the fork ricotched off the table and flew right at me. It landed, prongs first, in my chest. And stayed there for about 15 seconds while I stared down in horror and shock. My Mom’s face was just….mortified. It wasn’t in deep, but it looked horrible. She grabbed a wet paper towel and started dabbing the holes, and then she just cracked up. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. And then I couldn’t stop laughing. It was so morbid and just “us” (we aren’t the most graceful women — pretty klutzy actually) that we couldn’t help but find it funny. No one else seems to see the humor in a mother planting a fork in her teenage daughters chest when she’s being bratty, but I’ll tell you what…I ate eveything on my plate from then on.
My Mom has had 4 hip replacements (two were replacement of the replacements) and still takes care of everyone on the farm. She has raised 4 pretty decent kids (I’m probably the most decent. LOL) and a slew of grandkids and now has 2 great-grandchildren. She helped with the dairy when I was young, cooked meals and taken them out to the fields so my dad and the other workers didn’t have to stop, subsitute taught at the local school, made parts runs to the equipment store, figured payroll by hand, wrote the checks, dealt with the government. Oh….and dealt with my dad. She is now semi-retired and delights in her quilting group that meets every week. They make quilts for babies in hospitals, soldiers overseas and auction off some of their quilts to benefit local charities. She has laughed and loved and suffered through all the ups and downs of our lives. I want to be just like her.
First let me say that being fairly new to all this “blog” thing, I’m so happy I found you! Yes, I admit, I’m a “stalker”……OK, My Momma…there is NO Momma better, at 84 yrs old my momma is still the first person I call when I need to be consoled,tell something happy or exciting too OR want to cook something new for…..ONE great memeory I have is that I can NOT remember a day in my LIFE of going to school that she wasn’t there when I came home…to LISTEN about a boy that broke my heart,to talk about my teachers, my friends or what I would LOVE for her to MAKE for me to wear.But best of all I remember that she would allow me & each one of my three sisters to take one day off of school a month to have a “mommy & Me Day”.And I’ll tell you, I can vividly remember talking NON stop all day to her about the new beatles song…or ANYthing else that came to my mind! I loved it sooo much that NOW I have a “Mommy & Me Day” where she comes over & I show her all the things I’ve saved in my “show Mommy” folder on the computer & we have a nice Mommy & Me lunch.I love my Mommy, I’m sure you can see that & see that she really IS the best! Oh yeah, that’s how I sign all my cards to her….”Your Best Daughter”……LOL…she knows who it is!
Just a note to say how great it is to read so many “Mom” stories. What blessings they are to us.