My mother and I have a unique relationship. She has always said we're best friends, but in the next sentence will tell me that she should have married the Dr. Instead of my plumber father, because the Dr. could have afforded her a better lifestyle. The grass is always greener on the the other side. Having said that, where there's alot of craziness there's also alot of love.
In the fall, my friend Cheryl and I took a trip to visit my mom in Sisters, where moms new boyfriend lives. (she and my dad divorced after 35 years of marriage last year). Cheryl got to experience some of my moms crazy antics first hand. From her baking a cake while we put away the warehouse garage sale (a post for another day) or wanting to take a photo of Samantha (my daughter) right after she had been stung by a bee on the face.
On the way home Cheryl told me that I should write a book about my mom. A memoir, if you will, and that I should call it "That pretty little head of hers" The more I thought about it, the more I thought I really should write the book. I plan to use this blog to tell some of those stories, as well as life lessons that I have learned from my mother.
The one thing I have learned to be true, is that while I have a ton of craziness to share with you all, she always taught me to love deeply, forgive quickly, show Grace to those around, and never leave the house without Mascara and lipstick.
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