I guess it is time
for a Mother’s Day blog. My mother
passed away when I was only 16. She had lung cancer, and by the time they
figured out what it was it was too late. It was my junior year in high school-
and I really hid my head in the sand and did not want to think about what was
going on. I would occasionally hear my dad cry- which was not easy to hear as
he was a big guy that did not let on he even knew how to cry. I would escape to
my best friends’ house- thank you Pen, Deb and all, or escape with my band
friends- thank you Michelle, Carolyn and all of the rest of you, and I made my
share of male companionship mistakes – well only one real big one-while looking
for comfort. (There is a seedy blog story there but I will tell that another
time).
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| Mom, Dad, my two sisters and older brother. |
So, Mother’s Day to
me has pretty much sucked my whole life. Now that my kids are older they have
their own lives and who gives a crap about the woman who put up with all of
their dirty underwear and smelly socks over the years?? Oh well- I know they love me in their own
way. Or until they need something. HAHA
I do have good
memories of my mother- baking me the chocolate cake for my birthday that she
called the pain in the ass cake because of how big of a pain it was to make,
being my assistant Brownie leader, being our girl scout troop’s Cookie Mom,
hosting sleep overs for all of my friends, feeding me, keeping the house clean
and making sure my clothes were spic and span. (Although she constantly bitched at
me in high school because all I wore was jeans and t shirts- I showed her. My
job at the moment has jeans and t shirts as their dress code- HA HA.) The
companionship mistakes in high school did not seem to mind the jean and t shirt
thing, either. So there- who needs dresses and high heels? Not this chick!
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| Mom is on the left in the back row. I am front and center!! |
I did not get my quilting gene from my mother.
I have no clue where it came from.
Adopted maybe?? She did enjoy hand embroidery and needlework, which I do
also love. I guess quilting is just an extension of that. I do have a few of
her things that she stitched- and I cherish those.
I am so very grateful for the years, though
not many, I had with my mother. I moved 2,000 miles away the year my dad died,
which was 3 years after my mom died. Moving to Denver at 19 with no family and
knowing only 1 person was insane, and I am glad I did it then because I would
be way too chicken to do it now. I guess my parents gave me the chance to do
this crazy thing by not being around. I
got shoved out of the nest before I was ready, but I landed on both feet here
in Colorado and never looked back. I am grateful to my parents for making me
the stubborn, independent, bull-headed almost 50 year old I have become. My
husband may not be so grateful for some of these traits- right honey??
On a lighter note, I did get this card last year on Mother's Day. I must have done something right during their formative years!
I hope everyone has
a wonderful weekend- whether you are a mom or not, have one or not-you are all
special and should be treated as such every day!
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