Group Writing Project


Oma and BabyThis post is part of the Group Writing Project going on at MamaBlogga.  The theme is: “Thanks, Mom” It’s so special to me, now that I am a mommy too.

Dear Mommy,

Thank you for being everything I am not and everything that I am at the same time.  We are opposites in so many ways but at the heart, we are tied together by family bonds too strong to break.  I value the strength of family that you have given me.  Even in our darkest hours as a family, you were there fighting for us to pull through together.  And we finally did. 

Thank you for teaching me that life is fun.  You encouraged so much laughter in our house.  From family joke time, to silly performances in the basement, or to family dinners where we made fun of each other (or had fun WITH each other as we preferred to say), you let us (made us) laugh.  You helped us find the humor in everything.  Even the most embarrassing moments in life, when I just didn’t think I could ever show my face in public again (Remember when I played Tonto in the church program or when I broke my wrist trying to show off on the hurdles at the big track meet?) you made it all better and we would end up hugging, laughing and crying all at the same time.

Thank you for instilling in me a sense of self motivation.  We were never allowed to give up or to accept mediocrity from ourselves.  Maybe some see this as a negative at times, I do think it added a little to my non-stop thinking and analyzing.  BUT, I think these qualities are becoming rare.  All of us girls, refuse to give up no matter how tired or worn down we feel either emotionally or physically.  We can rarely say that “we didn’t try”.  Although, yes, you will be proud that none of us tried drugs or smoking.  I swear, if you ever can pick out the one thing you did to prevent that, let me know.  I want to be sure my kids follow suit.

Thank you for teaching me to be compassionate.  Remember when you would invite, the not “socially accepted” people to our house and provide them with a good meal, clothes, medicines or whatever else they needed?  You taught us that everyone feels as deeply as we do.  By opening your home, you opened our hearts.  Remember Jim, who lived down the road? He never had electricity, running water, or a working car. He rode his bike all over town trying to earn some money for food doing odd jobs.   I don’t know whatever happened to Jim, our daily visitor, after we moved but I hope that he found fresh water, good meals and baked goods even though you weren’t around.  He had an amazing ability to smell those cookies you made from miles away and come riding in on his bike, water jugs, newspapers and all. Jim, I don’t think you will ever have access to a computer in your life, but if you are out there,  I hope you are well and that you bike is working great. 

Oh Mommy, there are so many things you have given me.  My obsession for baked goods and almond paste, my funky crazy nose, my zest for gardening, my interest in so many activities/hobbies, and on and on…  I thank you for them all. 

It’s hard to imagine that someone knows me as well as you do.  Inside and out, from top to bottom, you know me like no other human.  I rarely take the time to verbally thank you for all that you are and do for us.  I should do this more often since I now know what a thankless job motherhood can be on any given day.  I will attempt to do so here and now, before our hour glass runs down.  Thank you for being my soft hearted, good natured, ever caring, and giving mommy.  You are strong and I am stronger for having you.

Love you,

Tweenie

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A great blog, MamaBlogga, has started a Group Writing Project.  I love the theme “Three things I want my kids to…” so much that I decided to give it a little spin.

There are, of course, more than three things that I want my kids to do, know, or try in this great big world they have yet to fully discover.  However, everytime I think of what I wish my children to carry through life, it can be summed up into one theme.  That will be my first thing:

Wonder:  I have a ridiculous tendency to travel on several different paths all at once.  I question, think and wonder about almost everything.  Of course, this is also why I take paxil.  (sometimes as a mother of 3 crazy nuts, my wonder turns into worry.  i.e.  I wonder what my kids are doing.  It’s too quiet.)  I would like my children to always realize wonder in the world around them.  The world offers so much beauty, mystery, and inspiration.  I hope they never lose their wonder about the world around them.  Life is amazing and to not appreciate that would be a sad predicament.  Of course, Zack and Anson could stop asking “Why?” or “How come?” just once in a while.  I would be fine if there was more internal wondering at this point. 🙂  My beautiful children, never stop wondering.  Never stop learning.

The second thing:

I want my kids to be compassionate and sensitive.  I grew up as a very sensitive child.  It was often difficult for me to balance my overly emotional and empathetic reactions to situations.  It didn’t matter whether it was something negative happening to myself or to others.  I was told by my parents that I was never going to make it in life being so sensitive.  Although I realize now that all emotional reactions are not helpful in life situations, I want my kids to be compassionate and sensitive to others.  Whether it’s their best friend or a stranger on the street, I want them to have compassion for people and the ability to show it appropriately.

The third thing:

I want my kids to laugh!  I love, love, LOVE to laugh and be silly.  I often see “grown-ups” who feel that as an adult, you can no longer be silly and just laugh.  NOT TRUE! Who started that thought?  Probably someone who confused being mature with being boring.  I think that the laughter of children is the closest thing to heaven on earth.   I want my kids to always laugh.  Laugh till their bellies hurt and their sides ache.  They deserve happiness and I hope that they will grow to have the ability to see the humor in everything.