Mother’s day May 14, 2017 is a good day to reflect upon even if it’s the day after. I had a good Mother’s Day. I got a visit from my Dottr, GrandDottr (2 years), and future son-in-law. My Dottr, GrandDottr, and I spent time going through a tub of clothing that was given to her. Before we get into all that, let me rewind a bit. Now, I’ve already checked Facebook and Craigslist, so for the time being I’m done with that until much later. My Dottr hands me her phone and says, I assume you missed this post. I think perhaps a quarter of the way in my eyes turn into Niagara Falls. She posted a lovely thank you to me on Facebook. She wrote:
“A mother’s job is never done. A mother’s love is unconditional and without end. Her understanding and acceptance is unparalleled. Her patience, although it may wear thin, is ever-present. And there is love in everything she does, even the hard parts like discipline and arguments. She wants the best for her children. And even the happiest woman in the world will always wish an even better life for her children.
I didn’t always understand you like I do now. I didn’t always appreciate your constant worrying about me – “I’m not a child mom! I can do this on my own!”. I didn’t realize why you wouldn’t let me do all the things I wanted to – because I surely knew what was best for me at 16. I couldn’t fathom how someone’s heart could be so overwhelmed that a simple sappy commercial or an episode of a TV show about a child could move someone to real tears. There were so many things I didn’t understand.
And now I’m a mother myself! I watch over my daughter and worry over every possibility. I set bounds for her and discipline based on what is best for her. I cry every time a child is hurt, scared, or lost on a tv show and think about all the times I called you a “marshmallow”!
And what I’ve come to understand the most, is that a child never stops needing their mother. I will be 30 and still need you. I will be 50 and still need you. I will be an old woman with grandchildren and greatgrandchildren of my own and still need my mother’s wisdom and advice.
We’ve always had a unique relationship. A mother-daughter relationship that didn’t stop there – a best friend kind of relationship formed where I knew I could come to you with anything and everything. My catty gossip and drama, my relationship issues, my sadness and triumphs. Something happens and I still can’t wait to go and tell my Muddr! We’ve had our hard times too. The times where we fight and scream and disagree and say things we don’t mean. Times where we don’t trust one another. Times where we wonder if the other will ever understand things from our point of view. But it is balanced.
And I want you to know that I love you. I appreciate you. I will never stop needing you.
And I want you to know that I understand now.
(2 hearts emoticons)I love you Muddr! Happy Muddr’s Day!!(2 heart emoticons)
**P. S. Y’all I sincerely apologize for how incredibly goofy I look in these pictures! (Oh the horrible duck-face!) They are old ha ha but they were the only ones I had on my phone! (2 crying faces) my mother on the other hand LOOKS FABULOUS!! Which is why I used them anyways! (2 heart emoticons)”
I was in tears throughout the rest of the post and it was getting very difficult to read it, but I persevered. It was nice to know that she really appreciated me and finally knew what I’ve known for 26 years. I’m not a marshmallow, I’m a mother. But if it makes me a marshmallow, so be it, I like being a marshmallow.
We love hand-me-downs…especially when they fit. Being a plus size girl, it’s not very often that I can find something that I actually like before I try it on. I really would love to see something I like instead of just looking at the size first, but that’s another blog. This was a hilarious time because baby girl wanted to try on clothes too and we didn’t have anything that would fit her. So I took one of the skirts and took her shirt off and put the skirt over her chest, folded it over in the back and used one of my hair clips to hold it in place. However, I didn’t make it tight enough, so it kept sliding down.
I eventually readjusted the fold and the clip so that it didn’t slide down and she was just so thrilled. When Papa tried to put her shirt back on she slams her tiny little hand on the breakfast nook table and says “NO!” We both got a really good laugh out of that one.
I received a homemade gift from my GrandDottr. My Dottr loves to be crafty and feels that a homemade gift from Annabelle surpasses a gift from her, but honestly it is from her too, simply because it was her idea and she took the time to do it. On a piece of scrapbook paper we have a field with pockets of hands, GrandDottr’s hands!!! I love GrandDottr’s hands!!! Those hands contain scrapbook roses in yellow and a statement, “You are appreciated.” “You are loved.” “You are awesome!” “You are thoughtful.” All of which, I am, but it’s awesome that they think so too. (The white squares indicate the magnets that are not part of the gift.)
We finish the clothing session and move on to Mocha coffee and some fresh outdoors. For the first 5 minutes my Dottr is letting her Dottr in and out of the house and finally she says…”Make up your mind, in or out!” This totally brought back memories! She eventually propped open the back door and Baby Girl moved freely in and out without an issue.
We chatted, she texted, then she started taking photos and when I asked her what she was doing, she said “Snap chat.” I said “What’s that?” She says, “Hang on a sec and I’ll show you. You should use the time to download Snap Chat.” Baby Girl is sneaking her cup of Mocha coffee, and I tell her and she says, “It’s ok, let her have it.” Baby Girl drinks mama’s mocha and then announces she is going to put the cup on the counter inside. She takes off, careful to put the cup down on the steps before she begins to climb. She makes it up the 3 steps and into the house.
She comes back and strategically places herself between me and my cup of mocha coffee. What she doesn’t know is that I’m watching and she’s too late, I drank it all. I see her cut her eyes from the cup to me and then she realizes I’m watching her. She grins and I say, “Baby Girl, Nana already drank it all, but do you want to take the cup in the house and put it on the counter?” She’s a bit disappointed until the end of my question and she squeals, “YES!” “I do it!” I laugh at her and she’s off, repeating the earlier process.
Dottr is preparing to leave, so I get up to go inside and she asks The Hubs aka Papa to carry a tote of clothing to the car. He agrees and picks up the tote and goes out the door. I turn and see both coffee cups on the counter side by side in front of the Keurig. I started to smile and as I did I heard my GrandDottr giggling outside. These moments are what make life so enjoyable and I am very grateful.
It’s totally the condensed version as they were here for a few hours and I really did enjoy having everyone here. I spoke with my son later in the day when he called me to wish me Happy Mother’s Day. I told him Happy Birthday since it was his 20th birthday. I told him I would have called him earlier but I didn’t want to wake him as he works nights. He lives in FL and that’s a 12 hour trip from where I am. My other son messaged me numerous times earlier that day before we actually spoke on the phone. He lives here but I wasn’t going anywhere and it’s important for them to learn that having a license is an important thing and maybe he will never get one but I hope he changes his mind.
Anyway, if you read my post, I appreciate it very much. I was moved by my daughter’s post to me on Facebook that it was important to share. Your kids may never tell you, but most likely they appreciate you once they have kids, they realize all that you did for them.
Happy Day, ya’ll!!!