Happy 13!

April 4th, 2013

Dear CT,

On April 4th, 2000 at 1:50 am my world changed forever. YOU showed up.

How could that possibly have been 13 years ago?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where once you were so tiny you fit between my chin and my lap and now you almost hover over me.

How fun it is to watch you grow and struggle and succeed and make your way through a world that is so different, yet so the same, as the one I grew up in.

You are a joyous, kind, athletically nimble kid who loves to do just about anything, although at your true core you can find a bit of lazy mixed in just for the fun of it.

How lucky I am to be able to walk this journey with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for making being a mom so wonderful and frightening and everything in-between.

I love you kid…welcome to being a teenager.

Happy 13th Birthday!

Love,

Mom

Summer 2011: Day 2

June 7th, 2011

Happy 73rd Birthday Mom!

How Lucky How Thankful

November 29th, 2010

Betty, my awesome mother-in-law, started this great tradition this year at Thanksgiving.  She left out a pad of paper, a pen and a basket.  Each of us was to write down what we were thankful for and then we would read them at the dinner table.

At the end of dinner, all the kids crowded around Papa to read the notes.  They were read one by one.  The kids tried to guess who wrote what.  Some of us fessed up, some did not.

It was CT who wrote this:

As it was read, he looked up into my mom’s eyes and gave her the sweetest smile and head nod.  It was as if to say, don’t worry Grandma, we won’t forget him.

Happy happy happy

June 7th, 2010

72nd Birthday mom!

First times

March 25th, 2010

For my mom, this year has had its bumps, but she is moving through it the best way she can.  And I must say, she is doing a great job.  Changing what you have known for 40 some years is hard, even for the best change agent in the world.

If you have been around me at all in the past months, you have heard me utter, “2010 is STILL going to be a good year”.  And I do honestly believe that.

I said this exact thing to my mom last night, while we sat in the ER waiting for the second of two CT scans to be done and her lip to be stitched up.  When I said it, she gave a a very grim…”When?”

She fell while on a walk, during a stunning spring day, with her friend.  Simply caught her toe on some winter-heaved-pavement and down she went, on her face.  Lots of stitches, lots of swelling, lots of bruising.  She said I could post the photo, but…I’m restraining myself.  She thinks it looks worse than it feels.  Yup, it’s hard to look at.

This year has a lot of firsts for her.  Her first time to the ER.  Her first stitches.  Her first decisions by herself without a partner in crime.

She is finding her way.  She is amazing.

How lucky I am to be the one to hold her hand as she got her first set of stitches.