I don’t talk about my Mom on the blog too much. I suppose she doesn’t get mentioned in the recipes that I am making or the crafts I am doing. She doesn’t go on runs with me or do body pump. But she is part of my every day life.
Do we talk everyday? Nope. Text every day? Nope. More frequently since Luke was born but still not every day. . . I have always been the most independent child, needing to have my space. . . and Mom has always given that to me, but has always been there for a phone call, text, hug or emergency baby/Abby sitter .
She has taught me how to be independent. She made sure I put myself first in education. .. always encouraging my dream of being a doctor. Never once did she doubt me and I will never forget the pride in her eyes when she was ironing my medical school graduation gown. She also was there to support me when I rented my first apartment in medical school and made sure my bed was made before leaving me in Iowa. And with apprehension (as all good mothers would!), supported my decision to adopt Abby (an 8 week old puppy!).
She approved of Scott and even thought I have never told her, that meant the world to me.
And nothing could have prepared me for the joy I would feel watching her become a Grandmother. . . it has been so much fun watching her react to Luke growing and developing. The smile she has for her grandson is so special.
And just the other day she said to me, “You know how much you love Luke? Well, that love never goes away, it just keeps going, no matter how old your baby gets.”