Mother’s Day

So Mother’s Day has come. I realized it last Sunday and I was like, yes, Steven’s gotta have something good for me planned. Me being the ever forgetful person did NOT send my mother a Mother’s Day card (I also neglected my one and only nephew’s birthday on the 8th and almost forgot my wedding anniversary on the 3rd but I ordered Steven’s stuff 6 weeks in advance so I was cool). So I thought I would write a post to tell everyone how MY mom is the best mom in the whole world (hopefully she’ll forget about the forgotten card that way, besides she’s got 3 other kids someone should have remembered to send her a card, right?)

It’s said that a mother and daughter’s relationship changes when the daughter has a child herself. That now the daughter understands what it means to be a mother and can put her own mother into a whole new light. Well sorry mom, I didn’t think of you any differently once I had Seporah, I thought you were pretty cool before hand and afterwards. Besides Seporah was the easiest baby in the world, what was so tough about this motherhood business? It took until I had 2 children to realize that you qualify for sainthood. It took until I had one terrible two and one colicky baby to realize my mom deserved a direct entry to the Celestial Kingdom for not killing any of us.

Between the four of us, Russell, Jeremy, Josh and I, we kept my mom hopping. One of us was colicky, 2 of us spent months in the NICU, 2 of us were crazy active toddlers, we won’t even go into the school-age or teenager years categories. And I mean, come on, there was 4 of us and one of her (plus Dad). She’d still take all of us to the coolest kid’s places even though we out numbered her. And even though we didn’t have a lot of money when I was a kid she’d still find ways to take us to the Kaleidoscope Museum, the amusement park, the water park, the library (I developed a love of reading in a large part to her), every park under the sun, and Disneyland (oh, man have I been to Disneyland, it took until I was much older to realize that most people don’t go there once every 1-2 years).

My mom was was a pretty Hip Mom. She listened to the Top 40 (and still knows all the words to all the cool songs). She dressed like a peacock (as opposed to a Dawdy Mormon Housewife, ha inside joke). She would answer all of our questions (and yes I do mean THOSE questions). She was cool like a friend, but not TOO cool, she was still the mom and knew that. I got disciplined when needed, she says it wasn’t nearly as much as Russell or Jeremy, hehehe.

She cleaned the house and she cleaned the house and she cleaned the house and then she did it some more and well it never quite got clean due to the 4 of us just trailing right behind her. And then she cooked breakfast and then she cooked lunch and then she cooked dinner (and possibly dessert) to a group of people, one of which probably turned our nose up each meal.

She helped with science project’s (well, ok there was a couple that she probably did all by herself) and went to concerts (and didn’t even bring earplugs that I know of) and patched the boo-boos. She took us to church every week even though I’m now positively sure there were Sundays that were spent not listening to talks but quieting children in the hopes that one day we’d grow up and learn why she was taking us.

Now she’s Grandma Pam and living far away. I call and chat 3 times a week, mostly it’s me going yada, yada, yada and her listening. I tell about work or the kid’s or the lack of sleep, we talk for 30 minutes and she’s talks for maybe like 3 minutes of it. She sends me stuff when I ask for it and my girl’s way too many clothes. Yeah so that’s way my mom’s the best mom in the whole world.

P.S. Thank you to Karen who helped Seporah and Felicity make me a killer Mother’s Day card, It is adorable.