With the recent loss of Ross' mom's mom and the 1-year anniversary of the death of a beloved NICU mom this month, I've learned that I take my own mother for granted and that's the last thing I should be doing. I'm terribly ungrateful sometimes and I act as if it's an annoyance to talk to my parents. I realize I'm beyond blessed to have them in my life, but old habits die hard. I'm sorry!
So in honor of Mother's Day, here are some of my favorite memories of my mom and me in no particular order:
-The year (1995?) we wore matching Laura Ashley dresses for Easter. I may have acted awkward and embarrassed, but I secretly thought it was so cool! (Next time I'm in Omaha, I need to scan that picture into the computer!)
-The year (2001?) both of us rode our bikes across Nebraska with my dad and two of my brothers. I'm still proud of you, mom! And it was nice to have some female company amidst all the guy talk.
-Countless baking episodes, most recently baking the desserts for my cousin's wedding shower in February.
-Every single time she came to a ballet recital, soccer game, softball game, volleyball game, cross-country meet, and track meet. Which is 99.9% of the time. Even though I was never a sports star (the closest I came was junior year on varsity volleyball which hopefully spiced things up a little), she was always in the stands making me feel like a rockstar.
I'll keep adding to this list in my journal, but I wanted you to know that I do love you, Mom, even if I don't always act like I do! And when I'm awkward and embarrassed, it's because I secretly love hanging out with you and I'm apparently still too immature to show it.
I also want to say Happy Mother's Day to my wonderful ever-wise Grandmothers! I loved getting spoiled by them when I was younger, and I'm so lucky (and spoiled) that they're still a part of my life.
-I love all the post-Thanksgiving Valentino's parties, the Oreos, the farm stories, and your sense of humor.
-I love your baking, waffles the morning after sleeping over, donuts on my birthday, and the fact that you still want me to sit on your lap even if I crush you.
What's your favorite memory of you and your mom or grandma?