Friday, November 5, 2010

Ode to the Mother

Apparently I have angered the mother.  No I'm kidding she's not angered; I think she's more hurt.  What did I do?  I wrote my blog.  It seems that there are little things that I say that make my mom think she wasn't a good parent.  So I figured if I'm already in trouble then I might as well write this post.



Really, I've decided to redeem myself!  Not only do I think my mom was a good parent, I wouldn't trade her for anything.  I wouldn't change one experience of my childhood. 



My earliest memories of myself with my mom start in Kindgareten.  I was a total mama's girl.  I guess it has something to do with being the "baby".  I definitely got babied by my mom, but I think it's just in a mother's nature to do so.  These things happen and they DON'T change.


Anyway as far back as I can remember my mom was involved at school.  She was lovingly referred to as the "hot dog" lady.  All that meant is our "cafeteria" didn't serve hot food and my mom implemented a program to start serving hot dogs on fridays.  Pretty soon my mom was the hoagie lady too!  To me, my mom being the hot dog lady or the hoagie lady was more than just her doing a "job".  It showed me that she cared.  She cared enough to be involved in our school and that really meant a lot to me. 




She was also my brownie troop leader.  I remember there were other troops for our age group but everyone wanted to be in my mom's troop.  She made everything so much fun.  I remember she planned a camping trip.  I mean seriously who takes a brownie troop of first graders camping?  MY MOM!!!!  I may have never told my mom then, and certainly haven't today, but she always made me feel so proud.  Like, "Hey that's my mom!" 


I remember being sick when I was little and my mom would always buy me a Strawberry Shortcake doll.  It's one childhood memory that always sticks out.  I'm not really sure why but something about being sick and your mom taking good care of you and then ON TOP of all of that she brought me something special made me feel so good.  Every time she came home with it I was surprised.  Every time I thought the last time I was sick was the last time she'd remember our little special thing, my doll.  I will admit one time "Hills was out of dolls" and I got growing rocks.  It wasn't the same.  Sorry mom. 

My mom's love and support carried all the way through school.  When it came to trying out for cheerleading and not making the squad 2 times (hey they only took 5 and some of those girls had cheered since birth) my mom was always the biggest supporter.  I think it broke her heart as much as it did mine.  It wasn't just cheerleading though.  Anytime I hurt I knew my mom hurt too.  She loved and supported me no matter what. 


In high school Sara, Tim and I were all involved in drama.  Some of our productions were out there.  I remember robot themes, The Elephant Man, where I was a carnival side show act, and Steel Magnolias.  It didn't matter; my mom was there FRONT ROW.  She'd get there an hour early just to have her spot front and center.  Everyone would joke that we'd look out in the audience and see my mom's straight, white teeth smiling back.  It wasn't just my sister, brother and I but EVERYONE said it.  Everyone knew my mom was always front row.  That means something! 

My mom has created so many fond childhood memories for us kids.  I think the reason that I don't really mention things my mom did is two-fold.  First, because most of the things I do with my kids stem from things my mom did with us.  I didn't put books in my kids' hands as soon as they could hold things because I thought it would be a good idea.  I put them there because that's what my mom did and that's what I do too.   So I've come to think of my mom's ideas as MY ideas and that's how it comes across on the blog.  Second, I think a lot of what my mom did for me I took for granted.  Like I said in one of my blogs, my mom always made us pancakes and waffles for breakfast so it was great but not "special".  I didn't mean that my mom didn't MAKE things special I meant that it just seemed NORMAL to me.  Trust me my kids don't think twice about asking me to lug out the waffle maker.  It's just something moms do.  Like me, they have no idea that not every kid gets homemade pancakes and waffles almost every weekend. 



The things I've mentioned here are really just the tip of the iceberg.  I could go on and on about how my mom did special things with us.  Whether is was picking the dimes out of her penny loafers to get ice cream cones or coming home after a month with our dad in the summer to find special things laid out on our beds.  My mom did things EVERY day to make me feel special. 

I'm sure there are things my mom could have done better and those are the things that stick out in HER mind.  I can assure you they do NOT stick out in mine.  The most important thing is I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was loved.  Never once and I mean ever for one second did I question my mother's love.  That's how it should be.  All I want for my children is to feel loved by me the way I did by my mom. 



I won't tell you about the one time she told me I was exasperating and then when I didn't know what it meant made me look it up in the dictionary.  I could tell you that story of sitting on the basement steps talking her ear off while she had escaped to fold laundry.  I could tell you I was talking incessantly and when she said it.  I could go into that story but I won't! Yep that's pretty much my worst memory of my mom.  Pretty bad isn't it? 


Trust me when I tell you that soooooooooooo much of who I am is because of my mom.  My mother has taught and continues to teach me what unconditional love is.  I can be the mother I am today because of the mother she was to me and the lessons I've learned from her along the way.  It's a testament to my mom how close my family is.  My mom always held our family together no matter what we were going through.  We were a team banned together and we still are.



Thanks mom for everything you've done for me along the way.  Thank you for your love and support no matter what.  Thanks for always putting our needs first and thinking of yourself last.  Thank you for going the extra mile in everything you did.  Thank you for making me the woman and mom I am today!  You really were/are the best mom and I love you!!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG - you didn't............xoxo G.

Anonymous said...

How sweet of you!
You're right, she is pretty awesome. And so are you..

xoxo

Anonymous said...

How sweet of you!
You're right, she is pretty awesome. And so are you..

xoxo

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