This morning I woke up thinking, I’m happy it is my “Whatever Wednesday” on here so that I can pay tribute to my mother.
Today is my mom’s birthday, I won’t say how old she is turning, but the answer isn’t that high. I am her oldest, she was 21 when she had me, so if you know how old I am then voila! To show for her age she has a 38 year marriage to my father, me and my sister and now her total of grandchildren is 8, 5 boys and 3 girls.
Mom, I want to say thank you for everything. All that you did for me and all that you continue to do for me. Lucky for us, you were able to be a stay-at-home mom most of the time we were growing up. Which also means that you cleaned all of our clothes, cooked most of our food and drove the taxi service to and from everything we were involved it.
Dad worked long and crazy hours, so it was you who was at every Basketball and Volleyball game, as well as every Swim and Track meet. You could have cared less how good we were, you were just so proud to be there to support us.
You were a mom to all of my friends growing up. Right now, I can’t think of a single one of my close friends that didn’t call you mom. Mat, Matt, Chelsea, Kelly, Katy, you would pick them up, have conversations with them and feed them as if they were your own. Chelsea used to want to stay the night on schools nights just so that you would pack her a lunch!! (Yes, my Mom packed me a lunch, nearly every day until I graduated high school)
Mom, when I went off to college you missed me. I didn’t realize how much this must have truly been the case until I got older and reflected back. You would drive all the way up to Central just to bring me home for a day or two, what seems like once or twice a month. You sometimes even drove all the way up to Central just to drop a bunch of groceries off from Sam’s Club and weren’t there for more than an hour.
I remember telling you a lot about my personal life, more than I can imagine most kids tell their mother’s. Never feeling very weird about it, just matter of fact. You taught me that it was OK to be the person that I am, when I think most girls were encouraged by their parents to not be as vocal, loud, open and have opinions. You allowed me to ask you really tough questions about race, sex and our family dynamic.
In recent years, you have told me that I am the strongest woman you know. Well to you I say, I couldn’t have got this way if you didn’t encourage me. Even though sometimes you didn’t understand my personality, where I was coming from or how I could in fact even say the things I did, you NEVER discouraged it.
You were there to hold me as long as I needed to cry through my divorce and you were there with me to pick out my wedding dress when after 2 short months Paul and I decided that we were getting married. You were in the room when all 3 of the kids were born. Right there encouraging and supporting my every move.
I have 6 children who adore you. Who look forward to seeing you, spending time with you, and talking to you. You highlight all of our days. Thank you for being our “stay-home-Nana” now so that we can count on you to help out with our kids. Including all of them, regardless of how they made their way into our family.
May this blog, that you can go back and reflect on, serve as a constant reminder of how much you are loved and appreciated. I try to tell you as often as I can, but sometimes I forget. So, here it is in black and white for all the world to see!!!
We Love you Mom, Nana, Debbie!