Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Monday, August 08, 2011
Sunday, August 07, 2011
For nearly seven years, I have been a stay at home mom, with at least one daughter at home. Tomorrow, Monday, that door closes and it all comes to an end. Valerie is already off to first grade and Veronica is starting pre-kindergarten five days a week. Both of them are growing up so fast. How can my baby be old enough for school already? I know, she's been going part time for a year now so school isn't completely new. And she's not going to public school just yet - but still- pre-k already! This is going to take some getting used to.
I have mixed feelings about school starting. I will miss my girls. I will miss my weekly outings with Veronica. We have been attending preschool time at Chick Fil A every Thursday for almost two years now. It seems the summer just flew by. Valerie and Veronica kept busy with summer camp. I tried to squeeze in as much fun stuff and spend as much time with them as I could, but was it enough? Trips to Chuck E. Cheese, spray park, Chic-Fil-A, skating, library, movies, shopping, lunches, swimming, visiting my Dad, etc. I won't lie - we had our share of rough days. But over all I think we had a pretty good summer.
I have to admit I am (sort of) looking forward to having more days for me. As soon as we can sign up, I am going back to a real gym five days a week. That is something I really enjoyed and I have slacked off on since joining the unfavorable YMCA. I hope to find my motivation again. Other than that, I don't know. Because honestly, I don't know what I like to do anymore. I need to make new friends to hang out with. I've been a stay at home mom for nearly seven years, and I think I have lost myself. I miss who I used to be and the things I used to do. I listened to new music, hung out with friends, read books, saw movies in the theater, went out dancing. Maybe I can find a little piece of that girl somewhere.
And I turn another page....
Friday, August 05, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
It's hard to believe how fast three years have passed. Has it really been that long since I have seen her face or heard her voice? It still feels like yesterday, but yet yesterday was an eternity ago. It still hurts the same, and maybe I will never get over all that happened. At times I almost forget and it seems unthinkable that she's gone. I sure do miss her and there have been many times that I needed her.
Although it's a sad day, I decided I didn't want to write anything sad. Instead, I will share some random things about her.
** My Mom was a seamstress. She taught herself how to sew and could make anything as long as she had a pattern. She made a lot of my clothes when I was little and sewed a lot of the same dresses for Valerie and Veronica (I kept most of it.) She did the craft show circuit for years, selling hand made dolls and doll clothing, mainly for Cabbage Patch Dolls. She hung a wooden sign on our fence advertising her business for a while and had a few regular customers. My senior year in high school, she sewed fuchsia pink bow ties, cummerbunds for the entire choir. Oddly, as much as she liked to sew, she hated doing alterations.
** When I was in second grade, there was a third grader harassing me. Every day as I was leaving, he'd run up behind me and squeeze the back of my neck as hard as he could and run away laughing. It hurt. I didn't know his name and had no clue who he was or why he picked me. So, one day my Mom went to the school school and hid off to the side near where I exited the building. As soon as she saw what he did, she stepped into sight and let him have it!!! He never bothered me again.
** My Mom was 37 years old when she married my Dad. She lived at home with her parents up until then. Nobody ever thought she would get married at all. Now, it probably isn't such a big deal to marry so late.
** My Mom never missed a choir performance, school function, class party, awards ceremony, field trip, etc... Anytime I had to participate in something, she was always there.
** When Clint and I were planning to get married, I wanted her to be my Matron of Honor because I couldn't depend on anyone else like her. She told me no.
** In high school, I'd have sleep overs and my friends and I would often play with the phone - this was before caller ID! We'd call boys we liked, make crank calls, or play jokes on people. We even got the numbers of the payphones at Wal-Mart so we could call there. My Mom was right along side of us giggling and dialing too!!
** One Mardi Gras Day we woke up to steady rain. We always went to the parades. Always. A little rain would not stop us. We gathered up our rain gear and went anyway. Two crazy adult women getting soaked on the parade route just so we could catch some plastic beads!! It was the most fun I've ever had at a parade.
** She had a knack for choosing the most awesome children's books. We would go to the library and I would find maybe one book. She would find a stack of the most beloved books with wonderful, sweet stories and illustrations. She also read to me every single night for years, and years, well after I could read my own books.
** Anyone who has been around my blog for a while will remember the John Folse story. I can't not mention that.
** She was once crowned Queen for Mother's Day at the May AARP meeting. She took pictures on stage with a tiara and a scepter for the newspaper and won some prizes. My Dad overheard someone say "It's about time they have somebody who's good looking up there!!"
** My Mom hated repeats of anything. Movies? Once was good enough and she had no desire to ever see it again. No re-reading of books. Heaven forbid if you told a story to her that you had told before.
** She loved to bake. At one point she began cake decorating classes, but I became sick and had to be hospitalized so she did not finish.
** Lizards. Mom was terrified of lizards. If one found it's way into the house, she fell to pieces. As a girl, her brother hid them in her bed and she never got over it.
** I was supposed to have a baby brother. A few months after I was born, she was expecting again. She lost the baby and always said it would have been a boy. She never got over that either.
** She always wore button down shirts. She NEVER bought anything that had to go over her head. I guess that stems from back in the day when the ladies got their hair done every week and she didn't want to mess it up. Always button down blouses.