Who better to let my readers know who I am than my daughters?!
If anyone knows me, and knows me well, it’s them…right?!
That’s what I was thinking when I sent them this quick little Q&A. I simply asked them to answer in their own words and text or email me back their answers…wow. I’m so glad I asked….
Mother’s Day is this coming Sunday…You want to know what will top any gift? Asking your children a few questions about their memories of you as their mom. Wow. I had no idea when I sent this text out that the answers would bless my boots off. Honestly, I was just curious and working on a blog post…their answers trumped anything I could write!
- Your first vivid memory of me
- What is a habit of mine
- What do you remember me cooking
- What makes me laugh
- What makes me cry
- What would I do if I won the lottery
- What do I do to make you feel loved
- Describe me in 3 words
First vivid memory of you is hard to answer…for some reason I am drawn to think of events like you picking me up from school and seeing you in the crowd at school events. I can remember back to things in Jasper so that would’ve been when I was around 4 or 5.
You cooked chicken nuggets, ranch style beans and macaroni and cheese! I’ll never forget Christmas when all of dad’s family came down and we planned a huge grocery list…from sandwiches to desserts. I was excited to have everyone come stay with us…Oh, and also pie for my birthday.
What makes you laugh? Let’s be honest…I totally make you laugh.
Cry? I think you cry most when you question yourself…whether that be past or potentials.
Lottery? You would totally take all of us on a dream vacation. We would make memories. I also think you would write a children’s book and purchase a beach house somewhere.
I feel super loved when you do acts of kindness. I know that sounds silly but laundry, cleaning house, buying something simple that you know I will like, or playing with my hair. There is just something about a mom’s touch. I appreciate those things because there is a lot of thought put into it and you are willing to give your time…that makes me feel loved.
3 words: damn. good. mama. (lol…okay maybe don’t put that on your blog)
I’m totally putting that on my blog.
It’s hard to say…every memory you were there. My memory of you is just “present”…at all, doing all.
Your habit? Taking all the hot water for your baths!
You cooked taco soup, gumbo, rainbow beans…Ritz chicken and I always remember your homemade gravy for breakfast that would be served in that white dish shaped like a cow. In high school you made us shiner beer brownies…oh, and Lean Cuisines.
Laugh?…she left this blank.
Cry? Driving away from us.
Lottery? Buy a lot of land and build all of us our own house so we could be close to one another. Your house would also have a long wooden farm style table for family dinners that we’re not allowed to miss…and probably buy cute shoes.
You go above and beyond for all three of us. If you had 3 dollars you’d find a way to give us 4 if we needed it…and in times I should have been ashamed you loved me even harder and I’ve never had to hide who I am in fear of losing your love.
3 words: Creative. Loving. Courageous.
My first vivid memory is whenever I fell asleep with gum in my mouth and I ran into your room around 4 am because gum was wrapped all around me, in my hair, EVERYWHERE. You threw me in the bath and began to put mayonnaise and peanut butter in my hair, trying to get it all out.. Not to forget that we are both halfway asleep…I remember apologizing so much and you said, “It’s what I’m here for.”and continued washing my gummy hair.
I honestly cannot think of any habits…that’s a good thing I guess! Maybe fixing every crooked thing on the wall or straightening a picture on the coffee table…but I think we all have that habit. OCD runs in our blood, I swear!
Taco soup and Ritz chicken! Yum!
Laugh? I think everything can give you a good laugh…especially when I go into “Oh victory in Jesus!”
Distance makes you cry.
Lottery? You would give back to others…then purchase land somewhere and build houses for all of us. You would build your dream home with your dream kitchen and a porch…and of course purchase the prettiest porch swing! You would buy a new car and A LOT of shoes…You would give us the world.
You make me feel loved by simply being my mom…Your love. Your advice. Your courage. Your faith. Your endurance. Your passion. Just the thought of knowing that I am always loved, no matter what decisions I make, you will love me! Regina Lynn is love, and I am just lucky enough to call you my mom and experience it!
3 words: Imaginative. Immaculate. Intelligent.
So there you have it…the Me from the eyes that matter most to me.
Now you see why I’m glad I asked!
We are a special tribe of laughter, tears, mood swings, understand you better than anyone, distance can’t break us, division can’t shake us, Jesus trusting, silly giggles, couch cuddling, play with my hair, can I borrow that shirt, can’t wait to see you, hate to leave you, nothing can separate us love.
Being a mom is a gift…We don’t need the breakfast in bed or the flowers …we don’t need your oops-I-forgot last minute trip to the nearest store that sells greeting cards or the gift bought with money you don’t have to spend…
Can I get a witness?
Perhaps I’m just speaking for myself, but I know enough mom friends to vouch for this declaration…
All we really need is for you to know us and love us anyway.