Awwww Monday: Mom and me

When you become a parent, you finally appreciate and understand what your mother did.
~Julianne Moore

Last Saturday was my birthday and we took a day trip to Kansas City. While we were there, we stopped by to see the woman who birthed me all those many decades ago.

At 85, she is still kicking’ and lives independently with her husband in their own home. Good genes. May I be as fortunate when I get to be 85.

Like all mother/daughter dynamics, those teen and early adult years were all sorts of challenging. I remember giving my parents flowers on my 21st birthday with an “I’m sorry” card. A perfect child I was not.

Appreciate your mom. She’s wiser than you think and stronger than you know.
~Steve Maraboli

So fast forward to 2019, and I’ve come to realize just how difficult it is to parent young children… well as adult children. And, over the years, I’ve developed an appreciation for my mom’s back stories and the experiences she had as a young woman, wife and mother. Perspective is everything when you take yourself out of the center of attention.

I’ve also come to realize a child’s birthday is just as much a birth day for the mom as the child. Moms usually get lost in the hoopla of the child’s special day, surrounded by well wishers and gifts. For most moms, the joys of watching her children upstage the sacrifices she made physically, psychologically, emotionally and financially. Sacrifices many women will never begin to understand until they are mothers themselves.

So next time you have a birthday, enjoy the attention, say thank you for the gifts, and don’t forget to acknowledge the woman who made it possible.

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Special gifts of love

Texture by Kim Klassen: 0603 30% hard light

No one else will ever know the strength of my love for you.
After all, you are the only one who knows what my heart sounds like on the inside.


At The Investigator’s baby sprinkle, my mom surprised me with what I assume could be considered a family heirloom. A bonnet my godmother gave me when I was a baby. I had no idea she had this and, obviously, don’t remember it.

But she kept it, treasured up, all these 50+ years. She unearthed unpacked and soaked the decades of storage out of it before giving it to me. She apologized for not finding it in time for Peanut to wear when she was a baby.

Now, Twix will wear it…although not for every day. Oh no, no, no, no…..because of its fragile condition, it will only be worn for special occasions. Ones where vintage heirlooms are appropriately appreciated.

It’s funny what mothers choose to keep to remember their baby’s babyhood, isn’t it? A lock of hair. A hospital coming home outfit. The first lost tooth. These things are important to mothers. They connect this tiny, little person to the time when their bodies were inseparable in the womb. And I’m going out on a limb and say that unless you’ve carried a child inside your body, you really have no idea the depth of love that can develop for that little life. It’s forever a part of you, regardless of physical location….or age! Not to discount a father’s love, but I’m sorry….it’s just not on the same magnitude level.

Keepsakes. We have high hopes of passing these treasures down to our children’s children…to impress upon them the ties that bind. To keep them connected to their past while they face their futures.

The bonnet by itself means nothing. It’s old material, lace and ribbon. Only when the memory of where it came from is revealed does it take on a special beauty all it’s own. It becomes alive with meaning and importance…for both the giver and the reason behind its existance.

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