Saturday, January 9, 2010

Mother I love you...

Living with my mom has made me think about a few things. I laugh because I know I came from her, I know she gave birth to me and I know that she was the one that raised me (along with my dad) and yet we are so different.

I am amazed how she has the patients to sit for hours and work on a sudoku puzzle or to work on a regular 150 piece puzzle. I wonder at the fact that she knows the inside and out of office works, excel and power point, yet can't figure out the TV. She will have her meals planed for days, is organized and thoughtful enough to put together her lunches the night before so she doesn't have to do it in the morning and has the patients and willingness to play flashlight wars with the little ones before bed. She is careful with her laundry and makes sure not only are all her clothes ironed for church but my boys shirts also. She loves pictures of her grandkids, and yet probably has no idea what to do with an 8x10 photo. I can tell when she really is trying and nodding in approval that I want to paint the table I just bought white or black, but can't seem to understand why I want to leave it the wood color that it is and refinish it that way.

Try as I might I very rarely have lunches made the night before. I despise ironing. I know Todd doesn't love it, but he will do MUCH more often than I will. I usually get pretty frustrated at sudoku puzzles. I do love to do regular puzzles if I have something to listen to while doing it. I can't dream with pictures any smaller than 8x10 I usually dream bigger. I can operate Office Works (sort of) can't really do excel or power point, but I sure do know how to work the TV. I am most of the time, just too tired to play flash light wars. I would much rather paint the table than leave it brown, it's just not my style.

All of these differences make me laugh, and yet I will say something that I stop and think "wow, that does sound just like my mom" We sure are different. Am I more like my dad than my mom? Maybe. Did I just inherit my Grandmas want and sense for decorating? Could have. But the truth is my mom helped make me who I am today. I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to be my mom. She has taught me how to be patient and loving (ok, I try to be patient and loving) to my children. I am happy that she puts up with me and my crazy family while we try to figure out the next step to our future.

Thanks mom, for all you have given me! I love you!


6 comments:

Shannan said...

You are so great Connie. This can't be easy but I am glad you see the blessing and joys of it. You are a wonderful mother and obviously you got a lot of your skills from her. Your daughter in laws will adore you!

haley said...

Such a sweet post. I didn't know all those things about your mom. I wonder sometimes also if I get my love of decorating from grandma!

Melissa said...

It was really good to see you guys the other night and catch up! I LOVE your family picture!!!

Amy said...

Aw...

I really liked reading this. It about made me cry. So sweet. And, by the way, thanks for reading my blog--I think you're one of the 2 people who does. :)

Carrie said...

What a sweet tribute to your mother. I think every year I become more and more greatful for my mother and the things she has done for me and the things she has taught me. It does make me want to be a better mom!

oodlesofoversons said...

Ditto what Carrie said.