Showing posts with label mom's birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom's birthday. Show all posts

Friday, February 18, 2011

A Big Birthday

Last night I went to a class at the Burbank Adult School down the street.  It's the same school where I take parenting class with Georgia every Tuesday. Sometimes they do parenting workshops during the week.  When I found out the one last night was, "Raising Girls", I was first in line to sign up.  I mean you can't get much more about raising girls than me.  Well, unless you have four or five girls. Or eleven, like my great grandmother, but that's just stupid.  Although in her defense, she was Italian and Catholic, and it was about 100 years ago when there really was no birth control, but still.  I digress.  Halfway through the workshop, I realized most of what the instructor was telling us, and what tricks to use, I already do.  Then I thought it about it more and noticed every time I read some kind of parenting book, magazine, watch a video, whatever,  I am already doing about 85% of what they suggest.  Not that I couldn't improve here and there, but it appears I do know what I'm doing as a mom.  At least according to the "experts".  Huh.  Who knew?  Not me, because half the time I feel like I'm NOT doing it right, but I guess the groundwork I'm laying with my girls is pretty spot on.  Do I just know how to do this instinctively?  I'm sure that there is some truth to that.  The fact remains though, I had a great teacher.  MY mom. Coincidentally, today is her 60th birthday.


I wanted to acknowledge her on this day, because so much of the way I parent is the way she parented us.   I want to make sure she knows how successful she's been in her 60 years.   My sisters parent the same way as well, so together we are raising eight kids in this world who will (hopefully) become successful, caring, responsible adults like my sisters and I are.  That is because of my mom.  Okay, well I shouldn't leave my Dad out in the cold.  He had a lot to do with raising us too, but my mom was our primary care giver, like my sisters and I are to our own children.  Although the Dads have an extremely important role, we moms are the first line of defense, so to speak.


My mom is also a fantastic first grade teacher.  She is the type of teacher who you remember as one of your favorites, when you are an adult.  She always makes learning fun for her kids, like having a snow day at school in February.  I know some of you just questioned that last line saying, "So?  There's a ton of snow in February. Especially THIS year!"  Except in Florida, which is where she teaches.  Snow in Florida?  Can you imagine that as a kid?  Most of those kids have no idea what snow is, until they come to my mom's class.  She's also done things like make green eggs and ham on Dr. Suess's birthday, and have a pajama day.  She tries to make it fun for kids to learn instead of just teaching to get a paycheck.  It seems so many teachers have given up on the fun part of teaching kids these days.  She is the teacher that parents hear about and request their kids to have.  


My mom isn't rich, famous, or a rocket scientist. However, in her 60 years on this planet, in this life, my mom has contributed more to society than twenty people her age, by being a great mom and a great teacher.  There is this famous quote:


"One hundred years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, how big my house was, or what kind of car I drove. But the world may be a little better, because I was important in the life of a child."-Forest E. Witcraft

This is my mom.  To me she's done more than Bill Gates, Angelina Jolie, or Oprah Winfrey.  She has made a difference in the lives of many kids she has taught over the years.  More importantly, she has made a difference and taught my sisters and I well in how to be good moms.  I can only hope that my girls will learn from me and become great mothers as well, thereby carrying on my mom's legacy.


Thanks for everything you've done and continue to do mom!  Happy 60th!


ps-Sorry I couldn't be there in person to help you celebrate, but drink a glass of wine for me in honor of you.  Maybe two glasses.


Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Baby Boom Decade

Today is an important day in my life and the life of this blog. Without it, I wouldn't be here. Today is my mom's 59th birthday. The original mom who didn't get to poop in peace for 25 years. I know you're probably wondering, why so long? Well, because my youngest sister is seven years younger than I am, and because even as teenagers mom didn't get to poop in peace. For some reason we thought it was okay to go and have chats with mom, while she did her business. I know I just grossed half of you out, while the other half of you totally know what I'm saying. I guess we thought this was okay, because we'd been hanging out in the bathroom with her since we were born, much like my girls have with me. I can assure you, I would NEVER do this now.

Originally, I planned on making this post about how I learned about being a great mom, from my mom, but then I thought, "then what will I write about on Mother's Day?" So instead, I thought I'd help my mom look back on the past decade of her life, as she heads into the last year of her 50s.

When my mom started her 50s, my sisters and I weren't married and there were no grand kids. Which was good, since none of us were married, but bad because she REALLY wanted grand kids. We all knew it. The mailman knew it. I'm pretty sure my mom wanted grand kids since my father had his vasectomy after Megan was born. Since I'm the oldest, and was only seven at the time, this meant a bit of a wait for her. Especially if she didn't want pregnant teenagers. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say she didn't. However, the moment I graduated from college she was ready for my wedding and baby. Me on the other hand, not so much. So, she would have to wait a bit longer.

The day before her 49th birthday, Andy and I got engaged and it was game on for her. She waited until after we were married, before she started dropping the baby hints, but not much after. Beth was married the year after I was. I seem to recall a story of my mom hinting to Beth while trying on wedding dresses, that it would still fit, even if she was a little pregnant. She wasn't, but my mom was chomping at the bit. I think she thought her chances were better with Beth having a baby first since I live out in Los Angeles, where people wait until they're 48 to have babies. Fortunately for her, I wasn't willing to wait that long.

In the past nine years my mom has been able to help plan and attend her three daughter's weddings. I believe she cried the most at mine, since I was the first, but she definitely had the most martinis at Megan's. She is the baby after all. But more importantly for her, she now has six, soon to be eight, grandchildren. Both my sisters are pregnant again and I am not, thankfully! I've done my part to help with my mom's grandchildren quota and consider myself done and permanently in the will.

Unfortunately, none of us live that close to our parents, so she doesn't get to see them all as much as she'd like, but we all do what we can. Plus, with the video cameras on computers and sites like Skype, it's made it easier for her to at least see her grand kids on a regular basis. I certainly wish we all lived closer. My mom is a great Nona, and the girls love her. Not to mention her cooking and cleaning skills when she comes to visit! I would love for my parents to drop by for a weekend to see the girls without the hassle of airplanes. It would be nice for us to go visit them more easily too. Sadly that is just not the way life is right now. Maybe someday. Since her 50s seemed to be about getting the grandchildren, maybe her 60s can be about getting them closer to Florida. Concentrate on that mom. Your grand baby vibes seemed to work pretty well.

Hope you have a fabulous birthday mommy! I love you and miss you!