This being my first official mother's day, Jesse was very good to me via Dave. Dave dealt with Jesse's middle of the night feeding, and got up at 6:30 when he did and took him out of the house so I could sleep in. Jesse is so loud in the mornings! They went for a long drive, and out to Starbucks, and got home just in time for Jesse's morning nap. Dave put the boy in bed, and I continued to sleep while Daver cooked me breakfast. Oh it was so lovely. We went to church, and had a good old KD lunch when we got home, and ANOTHER nap time. Isn't it funny that what I wanted for mother's day was sleep??? Jesse also made me his first card, and got me some goodies. It was a fantastic day, and I felt very appreciated. Jesse also started this bawling when I'm out of sight or arms this weekend...which is perhaps a sign of his love....but hard on the system. It continues into today...but I'm hoping he snaps out of it. I've been away for work and a few other things, and I'm hoping he just missed me, and will get over it after a few days of having me back!
Anyways, enough about me. I wanted to tell all my faithful readers about my mom, and why she was/is so awesome of a mom. To begin with, my mom had 4 of us all close together. I find myself exhausted with just one, and that she went through 4 labors and almost 10 years of nursing and diapers and sleeping issues. Wow. Above that, she wanted to be able to stay at home with us, so worked her life around this goal while we were young. She did the home day care thing for quite a while, did a few home based businesses including sewing... and took on Paramedic work where she could be on call at home. The funny thing about my mom is that she never wanted kids, she doesn't really like children. But, my oldest brother, Josh, was a surprise, and she decided she liked her OWN kids. So...the fact that she watched other kids for a bunch of years just to be with us, speaks volumes to me. In 1992 she also agreed to move from Ottawa (she LOVES the city) to Hartland-population 900- so we could be closer to family and in a safer more "country wholesome" environment with a great school.
My mom was always around growing up, but always had her own projects and social activities on the go. Sewing, singing, her short lived hydroponics garden stint, kyaking, and the list seriously goes on and on and on... I remember her going on this lamp shade making CRAZE for a while. I think everyone we knew got a lamp shade that year for Christmas. I appreciate this! We had some space and some independence, even though we knew she was always there for us. I think I learned to be an organized and capable person because of this, and don't have any troubles adapting to new scenarios or tasks. At the same time, my mom also got involved with the things that were VERY important to me. In high school, cheerleading was a huge joy and part of my life. My mom would often come to the basketball games to watch us, and volunteer to take a car load of us girls to away games. She also forced my whole family to come to our provincials at the end of the year, and they would stay in our same hotel, and cheer us on. When I got super interested in videography, she loaned me the money to buy my first camera, and video card on my computer. These are just a few examples of many ways she has supported me. When I had Jesse, and was a bit of a wreck for the first month. She called to chat and check in on me at my lowest points, and being able to bawl to somebody who has been through it, was a saving Grace.
My mom is pleasant and SO funny! Growing up, people have liked coming over to my house to see what silliness my dad and mom might be up to. My mom also has a temper that would scare the black smoke from LOST's island back to it's temple. Growing up, I had several frightened moments. I behaved very well, but I often feared for my brother's lives. I remember trying to convince my brothers not to do stuff with the phrase, "Mom's gonna get mad." Looking back, I am so thankful that my mom acted like a parent to me, and didn't just try and play the friend role. I see the effect of that on several kids at my work place, and it's not pretty. Her boundaries and, yes, rage, helped me along my path. And while I have made mistakes and am certainly not perfect, she has been a wonderful influence in my life. When people tell me I look like my mom, or sometimes Dave will say "whoa- that reminded me of your mom." I feel flattered.
So, as I continue on my own mom journey, I find myself thinking about my mom a lot. What would she do in this case??? And then I usually pick up the phone and call her with ridiculous questions. Probably her favorite after my labor was, "I think my insides are falling out...this is what it looks like..what should I do?" Mom's are the best! Be good to yours :)
That was beautiful Chrissy :)
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