My Mom was so cool.
|Christmas ’89 or ’90?|
Of the many things I loved about her, ranked rather highly was her creativity.
Before pinterest and the DIY-craze, there was my Mom, researching, finding ideas, creating actual folders filled with DIY ideas — ripped from magazines. From making a flower trellis to creating organic coat stands out of logs that she found, to making soap, she re-used and up-cycled before it was cool.
And with relatively modest means, she could make a house a home.
Years ago – I believe I was in junior high or high school – she made a “Happy Room”. (Her words, not mine.) She ripped up the carpet and painted the floor. She found an old chalkboard — before everyone was finding old chalkboards — and she placed it on the wall. She filled the room with all of the things that made her, well… happy: random frames that she loved, color, rugs, pillows, painted furniture, books… And it wasn’t a mess, but instead it was a well-used, well-orchestrated, welcoming, light and airy space.
It was so her.
|1994? 1995? The early days of the happy room, before it got even happier.|
We played many-a-game of scrabble in that room.
I did my homework in that room.
I came home from college and we sat in that room.
We had meals in that room.
We sat together on the little love seat, toe-to-toe, covered in a blanket, reading our respective books.
Still today I remember the way sun would beam through the windows on a cold snowy day… I remember the warmth of that place.
It’s those memories that I wrap myself in on days like this.
She was funny. And cute. And intelligent. And kind.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
You made this world, your space, your circle, your daughters better because you were here.
I loved you for uniqueness, your wackiness, your creativity, your ferocity, your resilience and your strength… and most importantly:
your ability to see beauty and potential in everything and everyone.
I am so glad you were born, Mom.
I love you (and that handsome fella below) to the moon and back. Tell him to give you a hug for me.
|my mom and dad – late 70’s.|
—The Story of Loss. On Losing my Mom.
September 30, 2013 :: Slivers of Sunlight :: Post here.
October 6, 2013 :: That first week.Those first days :: Post here.
October 14, 2013 :: 14 days after :: Post here.
October 20, 2013 :: I found a treasure :: Post here.
November 4, 2013 :: She’s been gone for 4 weeks :: Post here.
November 13, 2013 :: I smile and drive and cry and smile and cry :: Post here.
November 17, 2013 :: Weekends aren’t easy :: Post here.
November 26, 2013 :: The holidays, the firsts :: Post here.
December 1, 2013 :: 8 weeks :: Post here.
December 10, 2013 :: The Dream :: Post here.
December 19, 2013 :: Vulnerability and Moving Forward :: Post here.
December 22, 2013 :: The reminders. They’re everywhere :: Post here.
December 29, 2013 :: 2013 :: Post here.
January 1, 2014 :: The New Year :: Post here.
January 7, 2014 :: 2 days from 4 months :: Post here.
January 17, 2014 :: Another Gift :: Post here.
January 25, 2014 :: She would have been 60 today :: Post here.
February 9, 2014 :: Five months :: Post here.
March 6, 2014 :: Almost six months :: Post here.
March 27, 2014 :: One of the Best Gifts Ever :: Post here.
April 1, 2014 :: We’re all in this together :: Post here.
April 24, 2014 :: 7 Months, Easter and Nope, I’m still not normal. :: Post here.
May 6, 2014 :: Mother’s Day without a Mom :: Post here.
June 1, 2014 :: Moving “forward” :: Post here.
July 6, 2014 :: Denial & acceptance & blah, blah, blah :: Post here.
August 20, 2014 :: So, I’m 35 :: Post here.
September 2, 2014 :: 7 days :: Post here.
September 8, 2014 :: The Day Before a Year :: Post here.
September 9, 2014 :: Hello, one year :: Post here.
October 11, 2014 :: The brain is funny :: Post here.
November 6, 2014 :: Love :: Post here.
November 30, 2014 :: Post here.
December 4, 2014 :: Another feather. Post here.
December 28, 2014 :: All was calm, all is bright. Post here.
January 18, 2015 :: They’re always with us? They’re always with us. Post here.