More Cowbell Mash-up #6: A Shout Out To Moms

Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day. This time last year, I was doped up on morphine after a long labor, so technically I had the first one last year but I don’t remember much.

Today is my daughter’s 1st birthday, so we threw her a party over the weekend.  It was a big bundle-of-fun Elmo-fest at our house.

She immediately embraced the walking toys. It’s just a symbol of how quickly our kids grow up and separate from us. As my Uncle Mike says, you spend the first year of their life teaching them to walk and talk and the next twenty telling them to sit down and shut up.

My own mother passed on a little over seven years ago, so this first Mother’s Day, when she was unable to see the granddaughter who is named after her, was bittersweet. I woke up yesterday thinking of what I would do for my mom if she was here.

  • Take a picture with all three of us.
    Pictures with multiple generations are so very precious. My mother died fairly young and I had my baby in my early forties. There’s a real chance that I’ll never have more than a two generation picture with my daughter and, though I’m grateful every day for her, I mourn that they won’t build a lifetime in pictures together. I have a friend with a five generation picture of the women in her family; to me those photos are more precious than diamonds. I encourage you to scan your family images, and back them up (I’ve provided a link on this in the mash-up below). You’ll be glad you did.
  • Bake, anything at all.My love of baking comes from my mother and I hope to share it with my daughter someday soon. There are family recipes that only I know how to make. Since I only get this one child, if she hates the kitchen I’m going to have to enlist my brother’s children to pass on the secret of Grandmother’s Almond Roca.
  • Walk in the garden.
    I’d give just about anything to stroll in the yard with my mother and my baby, planning the yard and smelling the flowers. Now that I own my own home, my mother’s love of gardening seems to be wakening in me.
  • Visit the ocean. 
    I woke up yesterday thinking of the beach, of walking with my mother and watching the waves lap against the shore. I live near the Pacific Ocean, so I have the ability combining this experience with a meal. But the real magic would be holding my mother’s hand while absorbing the peaceful sound of the waves.

Below is a conglomeration of links that that remind me of my mother, and of being a mom myself:

 

I hope all you mothers out there had a great day yesterday. If your mother walks this earth, I encourage you give her a great big hug every day.  If your mom has moved on or is not a part of your life, maybe you can write a letter like this that paints a vivid picture of her in your mind.

What did you do for Mother’s Day, either with your mother, your wife or your child? Do you have any favorite Mother’s Day memories that stand out?

Last but not least, please remember that I love hearing from you! To show that love, I launched the Let’s Meet Up (for Training) contest this month. Between now and May 17th, everyone who leaves a comment I will put your name in a hat. If you comment and link back to my blog on your blog, you get your name in the hat twice. Everyone who does not win a spot in the May webinar will be entered in the June webinar. Same thing for July. There are forty-five spots for the taking and I want to see one of them go to everyone who wants one!

See you tomorrow for Techie Tuesday!

Jenny

About Jenny Hansen

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8 Responses to More Cowbell Mash-up #6: A Shout Out To Moms

  1. amyshojai says:

    Since my Mom lives several states away, we had to celebrate long distance. I have shoe boxes full of pictures that I need to organize–now that the world has gone digital, it should be easier. And yes, one of my most cherished belongings is a family photo of all us kids with our spouses, and my Mom and Dad, taken on their anniversary some years ago, at the beach. Love it!

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    • Jenny Hansen says:

      Amy,

      My mom lived in Missouri most of the time that I’ve lived in California so I have many long-distance memories. Still for this first Mother’s Day, I would have flown her out.

      I’m soooo glad you have that picture!

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  2. Jenny, what a beautiful and touching post. Your daughter is so lucky to have you. I’m glad to hear the party was a success and your princess loved her toys! I hope you’ll share a photo. Happy Belated Mother’s Day to you – you are such a special woman.

    I unfortunately didn’t get to see my mom this Mother’s Day, but I talked to her like I do everyday. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, and a mother’s best friend. My mother’s favorite flower is the gardenia, and I do my best to send her one as often as possible. Sometimes I have to order in March or April because they are usually off the market by Mother’s Day.

    Thank you for the shout-out. I’m honored that your mom would have enjoyed my blog!

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    • Jenny Hansen says:

      That’s awesome, Tiffany! Yep, my mom would have been all over your blog…she loved fun and entertainment. During her last years, when she was so ill, books and TV were what she had so you can bet she’d have tuned in for your amazing recommendations.

      I try not to post pics of baby girl online but we’ll see…perhaps for her birthday I can make a Facebook exception…thanks for the Mother’s Day wishes!

      I will confess that my husband asked what I wanted, it had nothing to do with him OR Baby Girl…I wanted the last of the Jean M. Auel books and the time to read it. Next weekend will be all Ayla, all the time.🙂

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  3. What a special day for you with your daughter. And what wonderful ways to make memories with one’s mom.

    My mom and I had brunch together outside in the sunshine, enjoying the warm air and the fragrant blooms on the trees. May is such a good month for Mother’s Day! 🙂

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    • Jenny Hansen says:

      I agree, May is about my favorite month now that I’m a mom – Baby Girl’s birthday and Mother’s Day will fall together every year.🙂

      Your brunch sounds lovely!

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  4. Jenny Hansen says:

    What a special picture, Amy! My mom lived in Missouri and I’m in California so we did lots of long distance days when she was alive, but for this one I would have flown her out.

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  5. Starla says:

    Your mother’s day post reminded me of a paper I wrote once of my strange mother’s day experience with my own children. Something I would never change:)

    As mothers of little children know, it is never easy to go out to eat. Dining out often ends up being more work than it is worth. A breakfast that was meant to be a treat ended up being a miserable series of events all rolled up in a family outing one morning. On Mother’s Day, many years ago, my husband and children decided to treat me to a nice breakfast. We packed up our 18 month old son and 3 year-old son and set off for a morning of family togetherness at a local pancake house.

    After the decision was made to go out, I began the uneasy task of getting two toddlers dressed and ensured the diaper bag contained all the essential items keep two little boys busy. After about an hour, we started down the road and suddenly, there was a strange smell in the car. I knew who the culprit was when my youngest son started yelling, “pooh-pooh diaper mommy!”

    When we arrived at the restaurant, I immediately started changing a very messy diaper in the crowded parking lot and realized I only had three baby wipes left. I stood there in 90 degree heat and tried to hold down a messy toddler, while my husband ran into the restaurant for napkins. I resolved the diaper problem. We proceeded into the restaurant. The hostess informed us it would be an hour wait. Having to contain two toddlers for an hour was stressful.

    Eventually, we were escorted to our table and by then both boys were grumpy and hungry. I immediately asked the waitress for some milk and crackers for children to snack on. As soon as my three-year-old received his chocolate milk, he proceeded to knock over his full cup, which spilled directly onto my lap. My white shorts were soaked. I had to walk through the entire restaurant to find a restroom, while covered in chocolate milk. Red faced from embarrassment, I tried to wash my shorts off with water which caused wet see-through shorts. To solve this problem, I proceeded to stand under the hand dryer. This was not my finest hour. I resolved the problem and went back to the table to eat my now-cold pancakes.

    The restaurant was very crowded and my 18-month old’s highchair was wedged between two tables. I had to keep telling him to not bother the table behind him. I started cutting my three-year-old’s pancakes when I noticed that my other son had a fried egg in his hand. This was surprising since none of us had ordered eggs. I looked at the table behind him and realized that he had just taken an egg off an elderly woman’s plate. I immediately apologized and offered to buy her a new breakfast. Luckily, she thought it was funny and assured me she was finished eating. I was scarlet with embarrassment and decided it is time to leave.

    Thinking that the worst was behind me, my husband put his arm around my son’s stomach to lift him from the high chair. This maneuver proved to be unwise since my son had a full stomach. My last memory of the restaurant was my son throwing up all over the table. I burst into tears and ran out to the car, leaving my husband behind to deal the mess.

    Although, over the years I have called this my miserable Mother’s Day story, I would not trade those memories for anything. Since that day, I have enjoyed many family breakfasts that were both enjoyable and challenging; however, none as memorable as that one. To seal the Mother’s Day memory forever in my mind, on the car ride home my three-year-old beamed with pride and asked, “Did you have a nice Mother’s Day breakfast mommy?” Holding back tears, I smiled at him and said, “Yes I did!”

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