Alright, I have contemplated many times over the last several years whether or not to even attempt writing out my thoughts and memories of my entire life. My desire and thoughts have been that of sharing what keeps me going each day, what makes me happy, and those memories that have brought me to where and am, and make me who I am. I'm a pretty simple person, and have never been one for writing, but something has continually nagged at me until I have come to this point. I have been inspired by my own family members who have followed their own paths and have explored new avenues. I especially thank them. So here it goes.
Mom's Birthday Week.
This week was my mom's birthday and she has been gone now for almost 7 years. This is one of the few weeks throughout the year when I am reminded even more frequently than usual of things related to my mom. I have been blessed and cursed to have the emotional side that my mom had. Many of my posts will revolve around her as she was a large part of my becoming who I am. I've had some laughs and cries (all at the same time) this week remembering things. My sister shared that she would give anything for just one minute with her and I couldn't agree more. I was reminded of a few "embarrassing" times in 2nd grade when mom worked at the school and would bring me into class to explain why we were late. First time being the time she backed over the garbage can and the suburban was lifted off the ground. Also when she dressed me up for Halloween as a ninja....I was wearing black sweats with half of a fishing pole as a sword. She came in to make sure they knew what I was. I would relive any embarrassing moment or day for the rest of my life to have her back. I never thought about it much before and wouldn't have guessed that I would miss her being around this much. Many of my memories are those where she is joking with me or at me, "swatting" me with her dish rag, which always seemed to be in her hand, or staring at me in shock and amazement of the ridiculous things I would do. No matter what I did though, I knew she loved me and would help me in any way she could. I miss that.
