Loving My Mom

Today is Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Instead of doing the normal kind of journaling about things going on around here at the house - and such - I thought this would be a great place to - spend some time with my thoughts - and get some of them down with pen onto paper.

Well - okay…. With keyboard - onto my blog - to one of the two main authority figures in my life.  Umm - that would be my mother and my husband - respectively ( the egg came before the chicken - from God to Earth - yada yada ) in order.

For the sake of marital bliss - I’ll keep my thoughts for my husband for a private setting between the two of us - after he gets home from work - of course.

But as for my mother - well - I don’t have to fall asleep in the same bed with her.  No worries there - about laying my head on my pillow for the last time!  ;)  Here goes!!

My mother drives me nuts.

And - I would have a photo of her sitting right here.  But - apparently - she hasn’t had anyone take any photos of her with that camera we got her for Christmas.  I dunno.  Not sure.  I can only assume - because she hasn’t sent any photos to us - yet!

But I love her for one reason that comes out of that statement - like a golden egg dropped by some chicken in her nest.  ( And if you can’t figure out how that happens - just  - keep up with the tour guide - alright, already? )

It seems - according to my therapist - I’m never truly happy - unless - I have someone driving me nuts.

No - I’m just kidding.  Oh - get over it - you cranky sacks!  Hey - you!  Time for a Beer Run!  Just - go - NOW.  Yeah - I know it’s Sunday.  You can stand outside the door there and wait until 12noon!  Just - GO!

Actually - my mother drives me nuts because she’s got herself directly in the thick of all that I tried warning her and my father about - for about three years - while I was busting the butt of my heart trying to convince the two of them to move to East Tennessee.  And just the thought of popping off with one of those “ I told you so… “ moments gives me a headache.  Here’s a secret - but don’t tell anybody!  That never accomplishes rewinding the movie of life.  And if anything about it makes me most angry - it’s that fact.  But - oh, boy - if only I could rewind that one!

Still - I learn to be grateful for what I do have - rather than complain any longer - about what I could have had.

I’m grateful for telephones.

At the least - I can talk with my mother almost everyday.  Not that I enjoy the addition to my gray hair - compliments of the challenges she has given me with trying to instruct her about computer functions - finger-pecking with one hand on my own keyboard to keep myself in check with correct directions - while holding a phone in my ear with the other hand.  Maybe that’s how I broke the other keyboard.  “ Nooooo, Mother!  Mom - Mom - Mom - MOM - MOTHER - LISTEN TO ME! ”  ( peck - peck - peck - PECK - PECK - BANG - BANG! )

We’re told that we gain wisdom with age.  Honestly - I refuse to believe my mother is an idiot.  Quite the contrary - I think she chooses to dish out pure entertainment.  Actually - at times - I think she comes around to grab some for herself !  ( “ Dance, Monkey!  Dance! “ )  And all I can say to that is - “ Just wait until ya’ get ta’ Hell, Mother!  You’ll have plenty of time to sit there - shakin’ in your boots over all the paranoid thoughts before I get there!  That’s when I’ll get another turn!  Ha!  And you think you drive me nuts!  “

I can just see my father standing in eyesight - looking off into the distance and yelling as loud as possible!  “ Oh, God!  C’mon… Burn me!  Burn me!  Just get it over with!  Please! “  My father constantly had conversations with God while he was with us - on Earth.  If I remember only one thing most about him - everything usually started coming out of his mouth with " Oh, God! "  first!

Either way ya’ cut life while you’re living it - there are souls protected from ever losing your love - no matter what.  And Mom - you would be one of those souls in my life.  As much as I’d love to - just - wring your neck out - on occasion…

NOTHING can stop me from loving you.  That’s just the way it goes!

I won’t go into all the nice things.  There are too many.  And I’d never get this blog posted.  And neither of us would be able to finish reading it.  But I will give you a HUGE hint in one sentence.  Okay - two sentences - or - something like sentences.

You know all the loving things you’ve done for me as a mother.  Me, too!

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom!

I Love You!

“Muuuaaaaaahhhh!”
{Hugs!}

Love Always,

The First Brat