When I started this blog, my intention was to share things about my life that I thought may help others in one way or another. Even though I haven't posted in quite some time, it is always nice to know that there is a place to put down my thoughts. Today, my thoughts are about Mother's and my very short journey in my own motherhood.
As I think about my Mom, I can say that I am more grateful to her as a mother now that I am one myself. I imagine that I am not the only that feels this way. I find myself doing things that she did with Chad and I, saying things that she said to us, and all around just being the kind of Mom that she was and still is. She is a common sense kind of woman that didn't tolerate us being disrespectful or talking back. She dealt with our picky eating (even though Gabe is 100 times more picky then we were!). We made forts out of couch cushions and bed sheets. We danced to Bob Seger on a vinyl record player in the middle of the living room. She cheered us on at ball games and band concerts. She taught us affection and love. She told us that when things are bad, there is always someone out there that has it worse than we do, and we need not complain.
As a Grandma (or "Gram" as she calls herself), she is in the business of spoiling my son. She has not forgotten the times I would stand on a stool and "help" my Grandma with dishes..what really was going on is my Grandma sneaking me Pepsi..regular Pepsi..with REAL sugar..Lol! They say paybacks are a ...well, you know. She does me the courtesy of sneaking Gabe diet soda, and oreos, and hoho's, and pudding, and cheese curls...you get the picture. I used to protest, but I have learned to keep my mouth shut...just as she did while my Grandma filled me with sugar behind her back. Good times. :)
Now that I am a Mom, she encourages my decisions. She assures me that it will get better, and that it may even get worse before it gets better. She tells me that I am doing a good job. She lets me know when I did something wrong. She reminds me that making mistakes is par for the course, and everything is not my fault (she knows how hard I can be on myself..). She loves me, and walks me through every step of a road that she has traveled. And for that, I am eternally grateful.