These are the Moms of my life…

I don’t have a lot of money.

My pants don’t fit the way they used to.

I get my feeling hurt super easy.

I still have no clue where Mississippi is.

Yet the one area that I have been blessed out my eyeballs in is the family department. All the families I belong to. The one I was born into, married into and friended into. More specifically I have been blessed to be around some of the best mothers in the entire world.

Jessica, mother of the baby I have fallen head over heels for, is a beautiful mom. She’s a weekly inspiration that maybe, just maybe, this whole motherhood thing could be worth all the sacrifice. Once I get the signed contract from God that I get a dark-haired version of her daughter, Audrey, I will be running into parenthood (and dragging Mark behind me… heh).

(She just brought me a cupcake from the kitchen… her mommy-skillz are off the chart.)

Connie, my mom-in-love, is precious to me. I’ve done enough couple counseling sessions to know that I am beyond blessed in the in-law department and have a mom-in-love that I don’t just get along with, but adore. Also? She knows exactly what it’s like to live with my husband (um, she raised him) and married to his personality type (him and his dad are like twins on some things). She’s like my cheat sheet on how to deal with Mark. It’s quite handy.

Elena, my grandmother, is hilarious. I don’t know this from personal experience exactly because she mostly speaks Tagalog, but everyone who does understand Tagalog laughs when she talks so I’m pretty sure she’s witty. And I think it’s where I got it from. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. More importantly, she raised my mom. Who was quite the handful from what I’ve heard…

(Just to prove my point that she’s funny. A pic she took with my computer’s camera. Too cute.)

Note: Get a professional photographer for your wedding. I didn’t have one picture with my grandmother and no one realized it until Mark and I were headed to the hotel. Total fail.

Linda, my mom (and my brother… if you know someone that wants to date The Rock leave me a comment), is my best friend. My heart bursts when I realize how blessed we are to have the relationship that we do. She is so much more beautiful, kind and intelligent than she’ll probably ever realize. I am pretty sure I’d want to celebrate her mother-skillz even if Hallmark didn’t mandate it. She’s that awesome.

And the only conclusion I’m really going to come to is maybe I’m scared to become a momma bear because I have got a lot of wonderful mom reputations to live up to. And I think I’m going to reframe that to I’ve got a lot of great mom teachers in my life. Which is wonderful.

2 thoughts on “These are the Moms of my life…

  1. Secret Agent "CT" says:

    In that picture of your grandmother, is that me and Thomas sitting at the table behind her? I’m pretty sure it might be… I am almost positive that’s Thomas’s arm.

    Also, how sad is it that I know that the picture of your mom and brother was taken at Jim N Nicks? Considering the fact that I was not present at the picture taking, but recognize the lights and booth. (Kitchen sink nachos with chicken and extra BBQ sauce are pretty much amazing!)

    PS. My pants nor tops fit the way they used to…it sucks.

    Ha, I think it is! And I love how you know your husband’s elbow 🙂 And I wish my tops didn’t fit :p

  2. I haven’t read your blog in forever and seeing you on Facebook today reminded me how much I’ve MISSED you. *8*giving you a big fat hug****

    You will make an awesome mama bear BECAUSE you’ve had such awesome examples.

    And BTW, I tried–tried to put on some pants that were TOO BIG 2 years. Couldn’t button them. I shook my head and put on my stretchy pants that always fit.

    love you. xoxox

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