Just a little post for Mom

Great Falls in 2011

Visiting Great Falls in 2011


Some of my earliest memories of Mom are wrapped around Sunday afternoons. Always a working woman, Mom has always devoted the weekends — usually Sundays — to getting her wardrobe ready for the week. When I think of those early days, I remember the smell of spray starch and the slow hiss of the iron gliding over fabric; I think of the low laugh track of a television show as I stood nearby, gazing longingly at Mom’s jewelry.

We called it “The Necklace Game” — and it was less a game and more of a, well, a shameless chance to admire her baubles. At 3 or 4, I was ham-fisted and clumsy in the way all young children are — and I can still see the thick tangles of necklaces hanging from a jewelry rack on my parents’ dresser. I tried to pull them apart, to separate them, but they were stuck. Inextricably tied together.

Like Mom and me. When my younger sister was born, we were a happy family of four. I’d hope that most of us would declare that we love our parents, without hesitation, but I also feel fortunate to like them, too. As Katie and I have gotten older, their roles may have shifted more to friend than parent — but I still look to Mom and Dad for advice, comfort and support.

That’s just the way it goes.

My mom is an excellent photographer, a tireless (but tired!) worker, a loyal friend. She’s organized, collected and calm in nearly every situation, and I’ve learned so much about having a backbone from her. She’s the precious collector of our family’s stories, the historian who has preserved so many memories for all of us — and she would do anything for her family. Anything. And we’d do anything for her!

We don’t say it often enough, so I’ll shout it from the digital rooftops: we love you, Mom! Happy Mother’s Day weekend. Can’t wait to celebrate with you!

And to all the mothers reading, whether your children are here or in your heart, thanks for being outstanding. Love and hugs!


P.S. Thank you all so, so very much for your packing tips on yesterday’s post. They were all incredibly helpful, and I felt relieved — and inspired! — enough to actually start tackling different corners last night. We made some good progress, and I’m very thankful for your encouragement!


Weekend wrap-up: Or, how I came to fall asleep on a six-foot tall dolphin

Happy belated Mother’s Day! I hope everyone had a chance to wish their moms a good day, or think about them if they weren’t close at hand. I spent the day with my parents in Annapolis and ducked over to the mall to see “Star Trek” — which was surprisingly, undeniably awesome! I’ll tell you flat out, I had very little interest in the franchise as a whole. My parents are both fans, but apparently I didn’t inherit the Trekkie gene. So I wasn’t really planning loving the film . . . it seemed vaguely interested and, sure, Chris Pine (young Capt. Kirk) is cute and all, but after spending all day Saturday on at an amusement park with middle school kids, I was kind of expecting to just fall asleep.

Um, no. “Star Trek” definitely isn’t a dead-woman-walking, pass-out-in-the-cushy-theatre-seats kind of movie! Probably the best movie I’ve seen all year — nothing to top it comes to mind! I would almost go see it again. Yes, that good.

And Annapolis was gorgeous . . . the weather in Maryland couldn’t have been any nicer yesterday! Perfect temperatures, glorious sunshine, a great breeze. We had lunch in a really nice restaurant, Dock Side Grill, and wandered around by the water shooting pictures. Some of my best shots:

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Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

All of this excitement capped a strenuous but very fun day at Kings Dominion in Virginia on Saturday. My 12-year-old cousin was singing with her middle school choir at the amusement park, and I went along as chaperone. I have to say, the kids were great — and I had a blast running around with the five girls in my group. It was very freeing to “return” to junior high as a 23-year-old, too, let me tell you! My cousin and her friends are all sweet girls, but some of those kids were just a little . . . rambunctious. And since I’m not ensnared in the complicated, awful hierarchy of seventh- and eighth-grade politics, I don’t have to pull any punches! If they were too loud, I could tell them to be quiet; if they were being obnoxious, I could tell them to calm down. I wasn’t worried about ridicule from a 13-year-old wearing earrings too big for her face and with a mouth to make a Sailor blush. Oh, no. Thankfully, I’m past the age of caring about any of that . . . and I tried to impress upon my young charges that one day they, too, will no longer care what others think about them (most of the time, anyway). Very liberating!

dolphinSo in all of our excitement running around the theme park, trying to dodge the storm clouds and oppressive heat (it was 90 humid degrees — yikes!) and drinking bottle of water after bottle of water, one of the ladies in my group had some serious luck: she won a giant dolphin playing one of the carnival games! And when I say it was giant, I mean it was huge — taller than my five feet two inches, I can tell you that! It took two of the girls (or one very exhausted me) to schlep that baby back to the bus at the end of the night, and then I got to share a seat with him all the way home! Dolphin almost had the whole seat to himself, really, because I had to turn him upside down, prop him up against the window and basically throw my own meager frame over him in order to not fall into the aisle.

I was able to read (Megan McCafferty’s Second Helpings — I’m more than halfway done and just addicted) on my way to the park, but all Dolphin and I could do on the way home was try not to force the other from our shared bus seat in silence. I grabbed the trusty iPod and fell into a very light sleep on our way back to Maryland. It’s hard to really doze off with a dozen 12-year-olds screaming at each other and singing round-robin versions of popular R&B songs. At ten at night. After ten hours in a theme park.

Oy.

But no matter — I was 12 once, and I distinctly remember going on field trips with my friends and basically acting like a total lunatic. My girls were very good and seemed to have a lot of fun, and I’m glad! It was my first time chaperoning a field trip, and I hope I wasn’t too embarrassing! And any of the pain, exhaustion or split-ear-drums I experienced were just payback for everything I put my parents, teachers and other chaperones through in my heyday.

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