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Like Mother, Like Daughter?

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I can’t believe that I’m going to say that things seem to have gotten more hectic since MaM has started back to school, but they sort of have. Not really anything stress inducing, but the boy and I have no problem filling our days.

Tonight we signed MaM up for Daisy Scouts. She was a little disappointed cookies weren’t involved in the Service unit meeting, because really, that’s all she knows of Girl Scouts. I can’t wait for her to learn more……..the songs, the field trips, the camping, the friendship, I get wistful just thinking about it. Maybe I haven’t mentioned it before, but  I in scouts from second grade on through til 12th grade. YES, 12th grade! I earned my Silver Award, but never did find a Gold Award project I could stick with long enough to finish it (it’s the equivalent of the Eagle in Boy Scouts, and even more elusive). I was a resident camp enthusiast, and became a camp counselor the minute I graduated from high school.

I don’t know if MaM will be as gung-ho about it as I was, but I do so hope she’ll enjoy it!

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I Learned How to Be a Mom from the Best

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Always listening to my crazy tales

If you haven’t seen it already, Grown In My Heart is hosting a Mother’s Day photo contest/carnival  this week. I’ve known about this project for almost two weeks, but here I am, getting my link in under the wire.

This project has been good for a few things, including bringing to my attention that I don’t have many photos of my mom on my computer. Also, I either need to steal my dad’s files that he’s been scanning for the past 5 years or start getting my printed photos on a portable hard drive somehow.

Anyway……this photo was taken almost seven years ago at my surprise 30th birthday party. I have . NO idea what I was telling her, but she, as she always is, was interested. Because she’s my mom and she’s awesome.

(an aside…that’s my grandma (dad’s mom) in the background, at the time she was not quite 90, now she’s a spry 96.5!!!)

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Memories in the making

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I’m getting used to this two child household. For the most part, we can get out of the door in the morning, get things straightened up, get one child to sleep in her bed and one to sleep in his pack n’ play (he’s a 1/2lb a way from being evicted from the bassinet insert). But there are moments. Moments where they cry in duet. Moments where one needs something and I’m up to my elbows in the other one’s poo/pee/vomit/ear ooze.

This evening we were having a moment–well, junior was having a moment, and MAM was flitting around the house, not really sure what to do. She happened upon my jewelry box, which interests her greatly.

She opened the box that holds the jewelry from my junior prom.

“What’s this called?” she asks, as she gently twists the delicate strand of pearls.

“Those are called pearls.”

“OH! I like pearls. Pearls make me happy!”

She finds the pendant I got for eighth grade graduation, “Look! Numbers! 7! 8!” (that would be ’87)

She finds the petite diamond ring, which belonged to my great aunt as a child. It’s just slightly loose on her finger.

“Oh dat is very pretty!” she exclaimed.

She finds all of my “scholarship” pins from high school, and takes them out of their little boxes.

She finds the beaded necklace with the pendant of a little girl made from beads that was my mom’s –from another great aunt, I think.

She finds the cameo necklace that I wore when I was a flower girl in 1978.

She finds the collection of brooches that were my grandmother’s, ones that I wore in high school (on my collection of vests, of course) all the time.

She finds the birthstone necklace of mine from my aunt that I’ve had for as long as I can remember, along with the teddy bear birthstone pin I remember getting in junior high.

She finds the pearl bracelet from our wedding day. The pearl earrings from my second Mother’s day. The sapphire pendant from my 30th birthday.

I start telling stories, she listens and explores intently, and junior stops fussing so darn much.

These are the moments from which memories are made.

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