I always loved Mother's Day, hurrying to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my mom, making sure the gifts (made or bought) were wrapped and presented on the tray. Years later after she had married Roger Osborne (Bonpapa) she had to endure his attempts at breakfast which was ALWAYS fried bologna, the only thing he actually new know to 'cook' and which mom totally detested. It was funny, and it still is funny as we retell it.
Found this picture of my mom and me and you can tell she loves me. Just look at that face (that I so miss!)! I am sure this was a birthday activity actually OUTSIDE which is not my favorite place. You know, it's not the posed pictures that tell stories. It's the ones that are snapped when no one knows that are the things we remember and cherish and weep over.
So it was with our 5. Birth them, swaddle them, nurture them but don't let them get too far too fast. Until suddenly one day they took their flight and were off with families of their own.
Cara called last week and wondered what I was doing this weekend. It actually has been a very full weekend. What she was actually calling to ask or tell was that she was going to come alone and visit me. I said NO! you can't! She asked if we were visted-out? Not at all...but Cara, dear, as sweet and as generous as that is, you've got 5 kids still at home who need you to be at home. So they could take care of you. She insisted, Oh they'll be fine. But I disagree. These years tho seemingly endless in worry and time consuming and sometimes filled with pain and tears are really so fleeting. Before Cara knows it, Cody will be out of high school and gone 'for good', one way or another...followed in quick succession by the other 4. Nope, you need to stay home, be home, and hopefully they took really good care of her.
And because Facebook may not last forever, and my journals (these blogs turned into hard copies) will, here's a repost and picture from Marissa:
I have two kids. My mom had 5. We were all close in age and she didn't kill us or run screaming for the hills. If there were times she felt like doing so, we certainly didn't hear about it. Her patience, endurance to love and understand us, the things she did large and small for for let us know we were always safe and always loved. To the greatest mom I know who passed the test of child rearing with flying colors. Everyday I think so myself, "Mom did this, so can I." You are an inspiration! You didn't let us drive you mad. Happy Mother's Day. Marissa
Jordan had posted I was his CIO on FB which ended up being Chief Inspirational Officer. I thought it was for Informational Officer but I prefer his version. I am a self-appointed muckraker and realize that mostly my kids didn't like that but being so often saved them from a lot of things they never knew about.
One day after Jordan moved to Florida I received a package in the mail with the lovely turquoise necklace and earring set, remember that post? I was thrilled that Jordan remembered I don't have pierced ear altho, like he said, how could he not remember that fact. For Mother's Day, I received another pair. They are lovely...as is Jordan and his family...and all my other kids.
And it looks like Miss Lily and her mom were busy crafting. I have the loveliest of minature silk flower arrangements ever.
I remember as a child, my mom always stood me between her legs and would take a comb and curl my long blonde hair while wet around her finger, securing with bobby pins and when it dried, she would gently remove the pins and I had the best sausage rolls all over my head. I am sure it was a take off of the young Shirley Temple. Then I grew up and ratting our hair was all the style...and ever since then, I have enjoyed using specifically an ACE rattail comb. But a couple months ago, my ACE disappeared. Yes, I could have bought another one, should have bought another one but I kept thinking it would show up. I didn't..until Dawn sent me a new one today, with all these candy bars and $$ to buy a large bag of Lay's potato chips.