In less than two months the Globetrotting Family hits the (warm weather only) road.
One year of “just us” time. And in so many ways I’m looking forward to that.
But anyone who knows me, knows that the biggest adjustment won’t be the food, the culture or parenting on the road.
The hardest thing will be doing it without her close by.
I knew from the very beginning of my journey into motherhood that raising my kids would be a team effort. My mother has been the captain of that team from the moment Ethan was born. At my side during the delivery, I saw the excitement and wonder on her face long before I saw his. And she’s never wavered.
Through my worries and fears.
In the moments, when I most doubted my ability to be a good mom.
At the times when I knew I couldn’t carry the burden alone.
She has always been there.
Whatever the emotion that is called for, my mother gives it to me in abundance.
If I’m frustrated, she is more so. If I’m angry, she is angrier. And on the few occasions when I’ve wanted to knock someone out, I haven’t been able to do it because I had to hold my mother back.
She is my rock, my moral compass, my closest confidante.
So much of who my kids are – polite, charming, sarcastic, witty, funny – is because they spend countless hours with Grandma.
She retired from her job early so she could look after my newborn son. She drives past my house, where I sit working, 5 days a week so that she can spend every afternoon with them at her house. My kids think of grandma’s house as a second home and have a sense of ownership of the place. They are growing up there, with their grandparents, as much as they are with Ish and I. My sons know that they can rely on their grandparents as much as they can their parents. It’s a rare gift in this day and age and it’s bigger than any other.
People constantly tell me how lucky I am.
I have friends who lost their moms way too early.
Others whose mothers washed their hands of all things parental when the kids turned 18.
And others whose moms have no interest in grandchildren.
I am more than lucky. My mother is healthy and strong and funny as ever. Her love for her grandkids is palpable and her love for my brothers and I has never ever been questioned.
I’m lucky and I’m grateful and I’m forever in her debt.
So beautiful!! Happy Mother’s Day to your mom and you dear friend. xoxo
to you too!!! (and thanks.)
Maybe Jen and I can borrow her next Mother’s Day!
I’ll be thinking of you both tomorrow. I know the way you both mother your own children is an honour to your moms. xo
Maybe your Mom can meet you & your family at one of the destinations that you will be visiting during your one-year trip. Happy Mother’s Day!
I think she will. I hope she will :)
As you know I had that kind of mom too, Heather. I am one of the “gone too soon” gang but wouldn’t trade having her, even for a shorter time, for anything. They are the greatest gift! It will be hard to be apart from yours but remember, she is always just a phone call away.
I know you know. Also know you appreciated her while she was here and I’m sure she knew it. Saving up my pennies for phone cards now. :)
Sounds like you and I have the same mom…having mothers like ours is such a blessing. I live in Charlotte and my mom is in Cali, I was really sick and she got on a plane and took care of me. Some people have mothers that won’t drive 10 minutes for them, mine will cross a country. Grateful. I love reading your blog, thanks!