With it being Mother's day I thought what better gift to give than a tribute. Plus I didn't buy a card, so I have to make it up somehow...
I love my mother very much. She has always been for there either cheering me on, giving me tough love, or standing right beside me. The memories I have growing up always share a seat with her, some are good, some unfortunately are bad because I know that I disappointed her with a decision I made, or an action I took. I am who I am today because in part of her, I am the mother I am today because she is someone I look up to and hope in some ways I am like.
In Kindergarten there were days that peoples birthdays were celebrated. I, even though it was in the summer when school was out, still got my day. We were allowed to bring in a treat to share with the class in celebration of our big day. Mom made cupcakes. White cake with white frosting and those gummy rings were placed on top. She brought them to school and I got to pass them out to the class. I remember being so excited that my mom did this for me and felt so special passing out the cupcakes.
When I had my first communion, one of my gifts was this beautiful white down comforter. It was fluffy, warm, and cozy...I loved that gift most of all. That very first night, I laid down and pulled it up around my shoulders. My mother came in to kiss me goodnight, and she stopped to admire the comforter, smiled at me and said "You look like a princess with that fluffy white comforter on your bed." I remember thinking that night, that I felt like one.
2nd grade, we got to do a play for mother's day. All our mom's came in and we spelled out MOTHER with a special saying or word for each letter. I remember being so excited and proud of the photo I brought in of my mom. It was from the hospital. She was in a pink robe holding me in her hospital bed. I was so excited to bring it in I dragged her out into the hall to show it to her. When I was pregnant with Krischan I looked for a robe that looked like that, but of course, couldn't find one.
4th Grade came and I needed a little boost becoming a "big girl" My teacher Miss Poling set up a sticker system. If I had a good week in school, my mom would take me out to buy a sticker. I remember my mom making a big deal out of it and buying me a special book to place my stickers in. She wrote on the inside of it "Heather's Big Girl Sticker Book." I loved going to the store with her to pick out stickers. I wish I still had that book.
She was there to comfort me when in 6th grade I didn't make the cheerleading squad. Oh, how I cried, and cried, and cried. I went home and she put me to bed, then came back later to talk to me and gave me an oatmeal cream pie. Nothing makes things better like an oatmeal cream pie. Still to this day we get one every once in awhile. I like to think of it as "our thing" I will always think of her when I eat one.
When I did make the squad the following year she was of course at my first game and I remember watching her cheer after cheer as I completely screwed up not remembering any of the moves. I am glad it was raining, I remember crying because I was getting so upset. She let me know how important practice was, and I did just that so that it would not happen again.
Ugh, Catholic High School. Uniform. I was so nervous about going to a new school where non of my friends were going, even the ones that went to my church. She was lighthearted about it and one day had me put on my uniform, an elephants nose, a grey long haired wig and glasses. She joked with me that I could go to school like that and hide, so I posed for a picture she took in which it looked like I was walking out the door. It ended up that catholic school wasn't so bad.
High School was the typical I hate you phase in our relationship. I look at it this way though. We had to get through that to become as close as we are today. As close as we became when I was in college. We did have our moments though. She made all my prom dresses, and a few others. She was always at the basketball games I cheered at and the track meets I ran in. It was rare that she wasn't at one.
My senior year in High School I met my first love. She was there when he completely broke my heart into a million pieces a couple of years later. She told me all the things she didn't like about him, which amazingly helped. I don't remember too much about the days after that, I was in a bit of a funk, but I do remember her being there. Knowing how much I hurt, and probably wanting to go and ring the guys neck. She was even by my side the day he came over to return all the stuff of mine that he had. It was the last time I cried over him, and it was in my mother's arms that the last tear fell.
My mother was happy for me when I met my true love and soul mate 6 months later. We had so much fun picking out my wedding dress when it was time. Of course she was going to make it, but once I tried on the dress that we were going to style a dress after, that thought went away quickly. I still remember how she explained that when I put on the dress, there was no doubt how perfect it was. And when the lady that was helping us took us into the main room to look in the full length mirrors, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I felt like a queen in that dress, and every step of the way, my mom was there.
Now as a mother myself I only hope that I am a great mother like her. I hope that my kids have no doubt of my love, even when they think they hate me, or are unhappy with something I said they couldn't do. I never doubted my mothers love. Never once did I wonder, and never once did I feel anything but love.
When we are old and grey, surrounded by our grandkids and great grandkids we will sit together on the porch in the sun. We will both go to sleep one night to wake up in heaven together, because God knows that I can not live without her and she wouldn't be the same without me.
Home from the hospital. I love old photos.
Mom and me Christmas day 2004.
Happy Mother's day mom. I love you, more than you know.
I love my mother very much. She has always been for there either cheering me on, giving me tough love, or standing right beside me. The memories I have growing up always share a seat with her, some are good, some unfortunately are bad because I know that I disappointed her with a decision I made, or an action I took. I am who I am today because in part of her, I am the mother I am today because she is someone I look up to and hope in some ways I am like.
In Kindergarten there were days that peoples birthdays were celebrated. I, even though it was in the summer when school was out, still got my day. We were allowed to bring in a treat to share with the class in celebration of our big day. Mom made cupcakes. White cake with white frosting and those gummy rings were placed on top. She brought them to school and I got to pass them out to the class. I remember being so excited that my mom did this for me and felt so special passing out the cupcakes.
When I had my first communion, one of my gifts was this beautiful white down comforter. It was fluffy, warm, and cozy...I loved that gift most of all. That very first night, I laid down and pulled it up around my shoulders. My mother came in to kiss me goodnight, and she stopped to admire the comforter, smiled at me and said "You look like a princess with that fluffy white comforter on your bed." I remember thinking that night, that I felt like one.
2nd grade, we got to do a play for mother's day. All our mom's came in and we spelled out MOTHER with a special saying or word for each letter. I remember being so excited and proud of the photo I brought in of my mom. It was from the hospital. She was in a pink robe holding me in her hospital bed. I was so excited to bring it in I dragged her out into the hall to show it to her. When I was pregnant with Krischan I looked for a robe that looked like that, but of course, couldn't find one.
4th Grade came and I needed a little boost becoming a "big girl" My teacher Miss Poling set up a sticker system. If I had a good week in school, my mom would take me out to buy a sticker. I remember my mom making a big deal out of it and buying me a special book to place my stickers in. She wrote on the inside of it "Heather's Big Girl Sticker Book." I loved going to the store with her to pick out stickers. I wish I still had that book.
She was there to comfort me when in 6th grade I didn't make the cheerleading squad. Oh, how I cried, and cried, and cried. I went home and she put me to bed, then came back later to talk to me and gave me an oatmeal cream pie. Nothing makes things better like an oatmeal cream pie. Still to this day we get one every once in awhile. I like to think of it as "our thing" I will always think of her when I eat one.
When I did make the squad the following year she was of course at my first game and I remember watching her cheer after cheer as I completely screwed up not remembering any of the moves. I am glad it was raining, I remember crying because I was getting so upset. She let me know how important practice was, and I did just that so that it would not happen again.
Ugh, Catholic High School. Uniform. I was so nervous about going to a new school where non of my friends were going, even the ones that went to my church. She was lighthearted about it and one day had me put on my uniform, an elephants nose, a grey long haired wig and glasses. She joked with me that I could go to school like that and hide, so I posed for a picture she took in which it looked like I was walking out the door. It ended up that catholic school wasn't so bad.
High School was the typical I hate you phase in our relationship. I look at it this way though. We had to get through that to become as close as we are today. As close as we became when I was in college. We did have our moments though. She made all my prom dresses, and a few others. She was always at the basketball games I cheered at and the track meets I ran in. It was rare that she wasn't at one.
My senior year in High School I met my first love. She was there when he completely broke my heart into a million pieces a couple of years later. She told me all the things she didn't like about him, which amazingly helped. I don't remember too much about the days after that, I was in a bit of a funk, but I do remember her being there. Knowing how much I hurt, and probably wanting to go and ring the guys neck. She was even by my side the day he came over to return all the stuff of mine that he had. It was the last time I cried over him, and it was in my mother's arms that the last tear fell.
My mother was happy for me when I met my true love and soul mate 6 months later. We had so much fun picking out my wedding dress when it was time. Of course she was going to make it, but once I tried on the dress that we were going to style a dress after, that thought went away quickly. I still remember how she explained that when I put on the dress, there was no doubt how perfect it was. And when the lady that was helping us took us into the main room to look in the full length mirrors, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I felt like a queen in that dress, and every step of the way, my mom was there.
Now as a mother myself I only hope that I am a great mother like her. I hope that my kids have no doubt of my love, even when they think they hate me, or are unhappy with something I said they couldn't do. I never doubted my mothers love. Never once did I wonder, and never once did I feel anything but love.
When we are old and grey, surrounded by our grandkids and great grandkids we will sit together on the porch in the sun. We will both go to sleep one night to wake up in heaven together, because God knows that I can not live without her and she wouldn't be the same without me.
Home from the hospital. I love old photos.
Mom and me Christmas day 2004.
Happy Mother's day mom. I love you, more than you know.
That made me cry, Heather - beautiful! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!
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