March 16th is my mother's birthday. She is amazing. She is one of the very, very few people who has been fortunate enough to figure out what she was born to do and has gotten to spend almost all of her adult life doing it. She is a mother, a teacher, an educator, an advocate, brave, strong, a grandmother, gardener, creator, an artist, baker, daughter, sister, wife, loyal friend and confidant.
She raised me with lessons of Don't stoop to their level", "kill them with kindness", and "If that was you, how would it make you feel?... Then that's your answer".
She taught me to make cookies and cross-stitch. Helped me with homework and let me succeed and at times fail on my own. She's helped make me who I am and I'm so very glad she is my daughters' Nanna. They are so fortunate in that regard.
Happy Birthday, Mom! Thank you for all you have done and continue to do for me. I love you!
I don't think I would describe myself as nostalgic...
BUT, while making my coffee this morning I realized how much I love storing my coffee in a blue bell jar that was my grandmother's. She canned ALOT. I do a little. But it always reminds me of her and how I miss getting the box of jam, or preserved tomato juice that made the BEST bloodies on the planet.
And then on Sunday, I looked out my window to see my little one STOMPING down the driveway with her Romper Stompers. They will forever be Romper Stompers to me because there was a TV show an eternity ago called Romper Room. Think Sesame Street meets Barney. Well, my sister got to be on it (so green with jealousy) but was kicked off because she was told to act like a duck and she insisted on acting like a chicken. Her conciliation was ROMPER STOMPERS! We clomped for YEARS on those things. So, apparently, I am a bit nostalgic. Probably REALLY so to most people. I don't hold onto it as to feel like it was SO much better then, but I cherish it as a part of what makes me and hopefully my family who we are and what we are "made" of.