This was our first mothers day together with NO drama. The first mothers day that I wasn’t having the life sucked outta me by the meth addict, or beat outta me by the drunk. It was the first mothers day that I wasn’t to depressed to drag myself outta bed. It was the first mothers day that was just the two of us…happy..playful..silly fun…together.
Yet, we weren’t alone either….. I think a large part of the success of this mothers day is where we chose to spend it and more importantly who we spent it with.
I hadn’t seen my gramma since Christmas (she was traveling the last time I was visiting that area) I have been saying every week “I’m gonna come gramma…as long as I can afford to I will. I promise” and I had every intention of going everytime I said I would, I wanted to, but the bottom line was…I couldn’t afford shit. It’s been since Christmas and I miss my gramma so much…my bestie @taytayllamalady borrowed me the money to go for mothers day weekend! Tay..I love your friggin guts you know that?! I can’t thank you enough for helping me get to grammas! Thank you for your part in making my mothers day perfect!
We arrived at grammas Saturday afternoon. We walked in the house and the firmiliar smells of home cooking and Avon flooded my mind with my favorite memories growing up. Gramma was busy in the kitchen making a feast but immediatly dropped what she was doing and greeted us with huge almost too hard hugs…my favorite kind! Lucci said “grammmmmmma let go! I’m little! I can’t breathe!” I remember saying the same thing to gramma when I was a kid! She’s always been a hellofa hugger that gramma…
She’s always been a hellofa becky home-ecky also. Gramma always make an obscene amount of food and says “well I wasn’t sure how many to expect” really gramma? Your making 4 potroasts plus all the fixings and 3 choices of desert. Were you thinking a small cult may show up for dinner? Thankfully no cult made it’s presence Saturday, only my brother, sister and her bf. Yup 6 of us and 4 roasts. Gramma…bless her lil heart….sent me home with a box full of leftovers. All neatly seperated into their own lil cool whip cool whip container aka the containers you get when you fail to return grammas Tupperware. She also wrote on each lid what wAs in each one and how long to microwave it:) I love my gramma!!
After dinner the PIT and I went to visit my bff auntie April, her hubby “unca” trav and their adorable son spencer. I have been jonesing for my bff! April and I have been besties/accomplices since we were 12. We went (skipped) school together, got arrested together, worked together and at one point lived together. She is the PITs godmother..my best friend and one of the few people I cannot live without. (@taytayllamalady is the other)
The PIT and I spent the night at aunties house. It was perfect. The PIT “played” with spencer (mostly picking him up and carrying him all over the house) and loved up auntie. It was so nice to see auntie with spencer…she is an amazing mother. That boy loves his momma:) and his daddy too…I watched them all play and interact with each other. It was amazing. A strange feeling filled me..peaceful..tranquil…it was a moment that made me think “hmmm happy families? Dads involved? Parents still love each other?!” those thoughts normally don’t cross my mind…it was strange..not a jealous feeling at all…more like I felt so incredibly proud of auntie and I felt at home with her and her family. I always have…she has always welcomed me in, her parents and sisters did too. Now she had not only welcomed trav into her life finding love love, she had welcomed the PIT into her life since the day she was born. The bond between the PIT and auntie is one that you can sense when they’re together..the one that gives me comfort knowing that when I’m the vicious bitch mother…she will be the auntie that the PIT run too. I am so lucky to have auntie in my life and Im grateful to her for her love and support. We’ve both come along way in life..a bumpy road at times but we survived it…together. I’m glad we spent the night their.
Waking up mothers day morning was glorious…I heard a lil baby chatting downstairs…
I could feel her starring at me. I slowly opened my eyes…to those big beautiful brown eyes and she whispered “happy mothers day momma!!” I melted..I know that girl loves me and that is the best feeling I’ve ever felt.
We went downstairs where spencer was scooting around the living room chasing after momma who was getting his tubby ready. I forgot how much frickin fun an 11 month old is in a tub of bubbles!! The PIT blew bubbles at him, he slashed us and giggled the cutest baby giggle that just made ya laugh! It was such a simple yet exquisite day..my bestie and our babies….hell yeah:)
On top of an already perfect mothers day….this year was the first year the PIT gave me a gift….a gift that she got to wrap! Shes been DYING to buy momma a present but how the hell am I gonna pull that off? This year my besties helped:) @taytayllamalady took the PIT to get me a card and auntie had a stash of bath and body lotions (my favs) and she let the PIT “shop” in her stash. Auntie even provided the PIT with the giftbag. Lol I dont know whos eyes lit up more…mine or the PITS….it was so perfect. The excitement was pouring outta the PIT….she LOVES giving gifts. I opened the goodies and thanked her for being the best daughter a mom could ever have and she replied “your welcome momma. I know you dont like to stink. Thats why I picked you lotions” How friggin cute?!?!
Mothers day card from the PIT
Moral of the story….Being mom ROCKS….nuff said ~
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I am so jealous. All of my grand parents died before my daughter was born. I wish my mothers mom could have met her. She would have loved her so much and taught her so much more. I am glad you had a good day.
I love you… Whenever you write about Mom, I tear up. Thank You for being you….