Mother Load

Mother’s Day has come and gone, so this post is a little late.

Now a mom to three amazing little creatures there has been a shift in the family dynamic as well as a return to some long forgotten routines, and a decrease in uninterrupted time to sit and write. I’ve been reminded of the tremendous responsibility I’ve been blessed with.  I have beautiful little humans that depend on me to provide for and nurture them. I have only been blessed by motherhood for 8 years but I know that it comes with sacrifices and hard choices, and you are not absolved from this once they turn 18.  Case and point, my own mother spent Mother’s Day in the car, driving over 300 miles to be with me for my chemo treatment the next day.


Here I am in my 30s, and my mom is still right here when I need her. I thank God for her daily.  I remember as a teenager, I thought all I wanted in the world was to be from under my parents’ rule and independent.  Now, I am looking for any excuse to have her visit or go visit.

I honestly wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for her.  She was my model of strength, perseverance, tenacity, love, and faithfulness.  She’s the Claire Huxtable to my Rudy.



I can’t imagine this battle without her by my side.  Telling me first, that my diagnosis was a blunder and the doctors were obviously mistaken. Firmly telling me I had to do some serious life reassessment when there was no denying the diagnosis.  She is my voice of reason on the other end of the phone.  My barber, stylist, comforter, and most recently my summer camp director, as she voluntarily took my two oldest for the summer while I do chemo.


wednesday camp
Hoping M doesn’t pull any Wednesday antics.

She keeps me encouraged, and I am truly blessed to be her daughter.  Thank you, Mommy, love you!


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