Friday, May 6, 2011

Mother's Day

It has been two years since my Mom's death, and I still miss her. She was the one that I would call when I needed advice. She was the one that I called when I just wanted to talk. She made sure she called me at least once a week.
 
She would remind me when the clocks were changing for daylight savings even if I already knew that they were. It was just a fun reason for her to call. She never forgot anyones birthdays or anniversaries or any other celebrations. She cared more for her children then she did for herself at times. Her kids meant everything to her.
 
Even when my parents were struggling financially she still stayed home with us because she knew that a strong foundation for her kids was more important then affording a new car or new furniture. When my parents had more money she spent it on clothes and food for us rather then buying things for her. She made sure that we were dressed in the best clothes that she could buy and even when my daughter was born she would buy her the best that she could afford so that she always looked good.
 
She took a job at a children's store at 60 just so she could work with kids again and buy things for her grandkids.
 
She was always so proud of her kids. She would sing songs with all the grandkids every holiday.
 
At Thanksgiving she would walk around the house singing "I am a fine turkey, and I sing a fine song..." Other times she would sing the teapot song, or the itsy bitsy spider. She was still a kid at heart.
 
She was the perfect mom. When my friends would come to visit she would make sure we had enough food for everyone, even when I had 10 of my friends crashing at my house before we all left for spring break. All my friends loved her too. She was a great cook.
 
She might have been a little anal with cleaning the house, but I never had to worry about dust or dirt when walking around the house in bare feet.
 
We all loved her dearly and we all miss her immensely.
 
Even when she was dying she still had a sense of humor about it.
 
She died in her sleep on February 23, 2009. The cancer finally took her body from us, but she was always be remembered.
 
Mom, I love you.

Happy Mother's Day.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Painting Fingernails

Sunday night, I was watching television, my wife was doing payroll for a volunteer job she helps with, or should I say puts more time in then her regular job, and my daughter was painting her toenails.
 
I had already completed the choirs for the weekend and was relaxing before settling in for the night. My wife had been stressing about the payroll all day and was working pretty hard still as bedtime was approaching. So when my daughter asked if she could help paint her nails she told her she would have to wait.
 
Well patiences is not something done well in my household so after about ten minutes of waiting she asked again and the comment was made...
 
"Why dont you ask daddy to help you,"
 
I raised my eyebrow and glanced up from the book I was now reading and give a quick laugh, "Ha. Like you would really want me to to do that."
 
My beautiful daughter looked over at me with her bright blue eyes and said, "please daddy." To which I could not resist.
 
There I was a few minutes later with the brush in my hand painting her nails. Of course I started in on, "so are there any boys that you like in class?" I already knew the answer but isn't gossiping something that you have to do while painting someone's nails. I did manage to
 
She wanted red on three nails and green on the other two on her one hand then add poka dots with the opposite color.
 
When I was all done she proudly held up her hand and showed it to mommy and said, "look what a great job daddy did."