Mom surprised me with an impromptu visit the week before Mother's Day. She said it was to spend that holiday together, but i know that she couldn't stand the distance between Texas and Florida.
True to Mom fashion, the first night was full of presents! She couldn't wait to give me some Mother's Day gifts. We tried to stay up and talk, but since we were both tired, we decided to retire and catch up in the morning.
Poor mom: the only catching up she did was on some badly-needed rest! She had some kinda something that kept her in bed all day! Amazingly enough, she was over it in 24 hours so, whatever it was, was short-lived. We don't call her "Iron-gut" for nothing!
Good thing she recovered quickly, because we got busy on all kinds of projects! We changed 2 rooms around, set up a studio space, shopped, weeded the flowerbeds (this included defending ourselves from a 8 inch little snake that had 3 grown women shrieking like we were at a Beatles concert!) shopped, cleaned, cooked (well, at least mom did) set up a 55 gallon fish tank, did the Lamplite Theater's Variety show for 3 nights... and did i mention we shopped? There was no time to fret!
Mother's Day was nice, but every day mom was here felt like a holiday. My little one handed over several gems that *somebody* had purchased "at his request". He'd say "Happy Smothers Day!"(...is he trying to tell me something?) Since i laughed about how he said it, he'd keep saying it that way....which, of course, made me laugh more.
That day I wished that i had gotten Mom more than the card and little book of retro pictures. Now that i have a kid though, i understand that the gifts truly don't matter. What matters is being with the person giving you the gift. On our last day at MD Anderson, I saw a look on my mom's face that made me realize this so clearly.
We were waiting for my MRI appointment and were excited it was the last of the tests! We had plans of shopping and margaritas later...we were determined to end the week on a good note! I was wearing a hat that mom had just gotten me, and she commented that she thought i looked like i did when i was a little girl. Mom wanted to take a picture, and since i'm only a wee bit camera shy, we took a few.
I wish that i had taken a picture of her then...but i'll remember it anyway because i recognized that look. Its the same way that i look at Tready, when i just want to gobble him up and cover him with kisses. My mom was looking at me that way and i could feel the love. I could see it in her eyes. Even though we were in a waiting room at MD Anderson, I felt so at home.
Thanks mom! This was the best Mother's day ever.
True to Mom fashion, the first night was full of presents! She couldn't wait to give me some Mother's Day gifts. We tried to stay up and talk, but since we were both tired, we decided to retire and catch up in the morning.
Poor mom: the only catching up she did was on some badly-needed rest! She had some kinda something that kept her in bed all day! Amazingly enough, she was over it in 24 hours so, whatever it was, was short-lived. We don't call her "Iron-gut" for nothing!
Good thing she recovered quickly, because we got busy on all kinds of projects! We changed 2 rooms around, set up a studio space, shopped, weeded the flowerbeds (this included defending ourselves from a 8 inch little snake that had 3 grown women shrieking like we were at a Beatles concert!) shopped, cleaned, cooked (well, at least mom did) set up a 55 gallon fish tank, did the Lamplite Theater's Variety show for 3 nights... and did i mention we shopped? There was no time to fret!
Mother's Day was nice, but every day mom was here felt like a holiday. My little one handed over several gems that *somebody* had purchased "at his request". He'd say "Happy Smothers Day!"(...is he trying to tell me something?) Since i laughed about how he said it, he'd keep saying it that way....which, of course, made me laugh more.
That day I wished that i had gotten Mom more than the card and little book of retro pictures. Now that i have a kid though, i understand that the gifts truly don't matter. What matters is being with the person giving you the gift. On our last day at MD Anderson, I saw a look on my mom's face that made me realize this so clearly.
We were waiting for my MRI appointment and were excited it was the last of the tests! We had plans of shopping and margaritas later...we were determined to end the week on a good note! I was wearing a hat that mom had just gotten me, and she commented that she thought i looked like i did when i was a little girl. Mom wanted to take a picture, and since i'm only a wee bit camera shy, we took a few.
I wish that i had taken a picture of her then...but i'll remember it anyway because i recognized that look. Its the same way that i look at Tready, when i just want to gobble him up and cover him with kisses. My mom was looking at me that way and i could feel the love. I could see it in her eyes. Even though we were in a waiting room at MD Anderson, I felt so at home.Thanks mom! This was the best Mother's day ever.
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Okay, I bet I am not the only mom who teared up reading that one.
Being a mom is mighty special.
oh gawd ruby...it's not nice to make people all teary-eyed in their offices at work. now i'm going to have to say i got something in my eye. :)
Me too and I'm not even a mom! You have the most fabulous sense of style, also. I'd love to see your new (and all your old ones, too) hat. I love hats, but they look terrible on me so I never wear them. The curse of having a big head.
Well if I had known I was going to be reading that, I wouldn't have bothered putting mascara on this morning. *sniff sniff* Where'd those tissues go, anyway?
Oops...that wasn't "anonymous"...that was Kalfaralfa!
This is so sweet! I love my Mom too, and I hate living so far away from her. If only she would start a blog... sigh...
YAY! i'm not the only SAP out there; i'm also glad to know my sister is now a SAP, too! (she used to make fun of me for that...haha!)
Hi Kalfaralfa!!! You're a sap now too, i see.
I just love the way you evoke emotion. I was teary eyed holding little Daniel while reading this. Who's the sap? I love you more than you can know.
Alfanyafa
Ticket to Texas, $399 dollars, several trips to DSW (Designer Shoe Warehouse...for you poor souls who haven't experienced "it") - Mucho dollars.....being your Mother, PRICELESS.
I guess "Ruby" is a good name for you...you are a GEM! (Dear reader, Kristen is Smack's "given name"....hard for me to call her Ruby) Either way, Kriste/Ruby/Smack...Love you dearly.....
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