I remember parts of this day. It was my oldest brother's wedding. His reception was at my childhood home. My mother spent days putting together the decorations for an outside reception in the backyard. Thankfully the weather cooperated and the sun was bright and warm that day. As we sat in the church for the wedding ceremony, I remember looking at her and thinking how beautiful she looked, knowing she hadn't slept more than a few hours a night for days. I thought she was so cool.
My Mom made a lot of my dresses when I was little. She made me into a fashion-ista, like in this picture. I would watch her sit at her sewing machine for hours at a time, just to make me something pretty to wear. When I was a competitive ice skater, she made all of my outfits. Shiny, sparkly and full of creativity. I learned a lot as I watched her, and made some of my own clothes as I got older, too.
My Mom gave birth to a legend, and my siblings...haha...that was a joke. Here are 4 of the kids she gave birth to, with me on the far left end. Looking somewhere else other than where she was telling me to look.
Here are all 5 of us kids, plus a granddaughter.
My Mom did everything, so it seemed. She raised us kids until she decided to go to college. Then she went to school during the day while we were in school, then also worked in the evening on most nights. Mom and Dad had 5 kids to feed. Things were tight, but we had what we needed.
My Mom made all holidays and birthdays so special. Heck, she made Sunday night lasagna special. Seemed like everything she touched, made me love it that much more.
She is my idol. So full of wisdom and creativity. She became a square dance caller, when she was older. Always gussied herself up to look like a cowgirl, and walk out on that stage as a caller. I so wish I had a picture of her from those days. She was so beautiful and BRAVE! I always thought about how nervous I would have felt, singing to hundreds of people like she did.
My Mom lost her oldest daughter. My sister. She's never truly been able to work through this very difficult tragedy, nor have I. We've become much closer to each other, trying to help one another slowly grieve our way to understanding one day why we lost her. I don't think the answer is out there, but we still cling to each other much differently than ever before.
My Mom. She was a runner, a triathlete, a hiker, a hard worker, and so much more. She is my example and I can only hope I am half the woman she is.
Happy Mother's Day!