My first Mother’s Day, whoa! I’ve wanted to be a mom my entire life. My younger cousins and family friends called me “Momma Callie” when I was only 6 years old and I used to seriously freak my mom out by gazing at babies passing by and saying things like “I can’t wait to have my own!” at only 16. Being Case’s mom is more amazing than I could have ever imagined, even on the roughest days.
This post isn’t about me, or Case. This is about my mom. Everyone says you find a new connection and appreciation for your own mom when you have a baby. While this is definitely true, that appreciation came almost 3 years ago for me. In August of 2009 we lost my grandma. She had battled Alzheimer’s for years, and in the end of her life my family moved her from Florida to Minnesota so that my mom could take care of her as we all said goodbye. I am so grateful for the time I had with her in her last few months.
Grandma was the definition of a “spitfire”, just like my mom. She was 4’11″, outspoken and energetic, owned and ran an amazing little flower shop, raised 7 amazing children and made everyone she knew (especially her oodles of grandchildren) feel like the most important person in the world. In the end, Grandma needed constant care, just like a newborn. Watching my mom take care of her as she slowly passed away was eye-opening for me, and since then, I have a completely different understanding of motherhood.
•One of the last of Grandma’s smiles that we got on camera•
I could post thousands of photos of my mom and I. We’ve always been very close (minus a few rogue teenage years, sorry mom!). Here are a few favorites:
•After our climb to the top of Half-Dome! Little sister Ashli, Mom, me•
•About to give me away!•
•Mom and my sisters!•
•Always the hostess, preparing Thanksgiving dinner• (photo by PK!)
•Christmas dinner with my sisters and niece•
•Christmas morning in our matching pajamas (a tradition my grandma started) (photo by PK!)•
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Ashli, Maggie, Sabrina and I are so lucky to have you!