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Hello May!

Hi everyone!  It’s May!  It’s definitely a different one than in years passed with all of the craziness of COVID going around.  We are still sheltering in place at home with occasional escapes for required meetings and doctor appointments.  It’s certainly been interesting.

Friday Frazzle: My Mother's Day Wishlist

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Hello everyone!  It's been a REALLY busy week.  Truly it has, so much so I had no idea this weekend is Mother's Day!  I'm so serious.  I had no idea until I saw an email from our church asking if the women would consider wearing a specific color for Women's Day.  In my head I thought "We only do Women's Day for Mother's Day.  Wait!  Is that this weekend?"  So, yeah...shows how much I've been paying attention.

So, in honor of this week's Friday Frazzle, I decided to share my personal Mother's Day Wish List.  Now, please know I have no expectation of receiving any of this and I don't need it.  My kids and husband do a pretty good job of letting me know they appreciate me on a regular basis.  So a day isn't going to do too much.  That being said, if I were asked my preference, I'd request the following:

35 while 35: Mother Daughter Tea

Hello everyone!  Today's Weekend Recap features an item from my 35 while 35 bucket list.  This weekend, Honeybee and I were able to attend our church's 2nd Annual Big Hats and Pearls Mother's Day Potluck/Tea.  It was such an amazing day.

Honeybee and I enjoyed donning our cute hats and accessories just to spend some time together!  We were able to have some very yummy food and play some cool games including one where Honeybee won!  Yay!!!

The food was all potlucked by the beautiful women in attendance.  It was such a wonderful evening.  I really enjoyed myself and I think our Honeybee did too!

One of the coolest things about the event was it was on my 35 while 35 list.  Slowly but surely it is getting whittled down, but there is a lot more that I need to do!

Have a great evening everyone and we will be checking in with you soon!


Remembering Mama and how I measure up

I have to be honest. I’ve tried to write this post for three days now. Every single time, I am pulled away from it or I can’t make myself complete it. It isn’t for lack of desire. No, not at all. It’s the complete opposite. How can I properly record the monumental woman my great-grandmother was in such a small space. It’s next to impossible.

If you follow the blog, you’ll know that my great-grandmother raised me from three weeks of age until I graduated from high school and left for college. She was, for all intents and purposes, my Mama. No knock on my mother. She loves me and did what she needed to do to ensure I had a safe and positive upbringing and I am thankful to this day for her. (Love you, Mommy!) But Mama (my great-grandmother) was Mama for a very long time.

Three years ago today, this amazingly beautiful and wonderful soul passed from this world to the next. She is happily resting in paradise until the day of our Lord’s return. Her death hurt. It wasn’t unexpected as the ravages of dementia and Alzheimer’s had laid their claim to her, but it hurt nonetheless.

Mama was everything. She was a powerful prayer warrior. She was an amazing cook. She had this wonderful ability to keep a clean home. She was a full time missionary just by being herself. If a neighbor was ill, Mama was there and available. If a new baby had been born, Mama was sewing (in the early days) a new item or purchasing a new outfit. Mama offered sage advice. She represented the epitome of womanhood. I loved her so very much and I have always hoped to be like her as a Christian woman.

To be honest, I’m not sure I’ve been measuring up that well. Mama kept a clean home. Honey, I’m lucky if I can find time to sweep let alone dust. Our home is by no means filthy, but a little pick me up is more than warranted. Mama was a phenomenal cook. Do you know how many days I came home and Mama had a meal waiting for us, even with a little bit of food? I try to follow meal plans and get things prepared for our family. While I manage to plate a meal most evenings, I’m so frazzled by the end of it that I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t enjoy the preparation.

Mama never got into conflict and was always able to keep her cool.  I find myself tired and frustrated some days.  I can't  keep myself grounded no matter how hard I try.  But even with all of that craziness, I know one thing..

Mama is in a great place.  I know she is resting and blessed.  I lover her and I know she loves me.  And I'm looking forward to seeing her again.

-Winter Mommy

Weekend Wrap Up: The Mother's Day Edition

It is the close of another Mother's Day and I find myself filled with a myriad of emotions.  Today, I have experienced everything from joy, to sadness, to gratitude, to humility, to compassion.  It has truly been a day.

Two years ago yesterday, my family and I buried my great-grandmother.  In the previous post (Missing Mama), I told of how much I truly missed my great-grandmother and all that she means to me. I was still pretty down this morning when I woke up, but decided to put on a smiling face for my family since it is Mother's Day.  It turned out the smiles would be replaced with tears...of joy.

This morning, while I was changing my Honeybee, Superbug walks in with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.  "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!".  I was touched by his sweetness and beamed at him in gratitude." Thank you, sweetness."  I was then interrupted with "Wait, Mommy.  We're not done yet!"

Behind him walks, FatherWinter with a 16 x 20 photo of my great-grandmother and I that he'd taken from my Bible and had drawn off. I was so touched. There were a couple of other gifts as well, but known that touched me as much as this. A picture of the woman I called "Mama" for entire childhood.  What a beautiful and amazing gift.

Saturday was equally special for me.  I took Honeybee to her first Mommy Daughter tea!  Our church was hosting it and politely invited all attendees to wear nice Spring dresses and hats.  It was wonderful! Honeybee obviously didn't know what was going on too much, but she enjoyed the yummy foods and all of the brightly colored dresses and hats.  I wish I could show her face to you.  She was the most adorable tea guest and the other guests loved her.

I will still a bit emotional thinking about Mama when the hostesses of the event stood before the attendees to honor the mothers of the year. I got so teary eyed as they honored the Adult Ministry Mothers of the Year and then again, as they honored the Young Adult Mothers of the Year.  I was very, very surprised that this year one of the recipients was me.

I was floored!  I can tell you that I felt so loved and so caught off guard, and very humbled.  I honestly thought (and think) there are so many more moms in our church who do so much more than I.  I even nominated one of them because she is just AWESOME.  But, the Young Adult Ministry chose me and I was just so very honored.  They had no idea how much that meant to me.

When I came home, I told FatherWinter about how thankful I was, but how I felt there were others that were so much more deserving than I.  FatherWinter mentioned a couple of things that he said made me an excellent mother and certainly worthy of honoring and I felt blessed all over again.

It was truly a wonderful event and I look forward to next year's.  I also look forward to the Father Son event the men are supposed to be hosting for Father's Day.

Tonight, as I sit here in front of this computer screen, I find myself thinking about Honeybee's birth mother.  I wonder if she is thinking of Honeybee.  I wonder if she is grieving her, if she regrets her decision.  I hope she knows that Honeybee is loved and is happy.  I  can't imagine her grief.  Is she wondering what our Mother's Day was like?  Is she wondering if I told Honeybee about her? I have.  Honeybee doesn't get it yet.  She doesn't understand it yet.  She will one day.

I tell her that she has a heart mommy and a tummy mommy.  I tell her that her tummy mommy loves her very much and that she wants the absolute best for her.  She wants her to be able to travel the world and to be able to grown up safe, secure, and happy.  I tell her that her tummy mommy loved her so much that she made an adoption plan just for her so that she could have everything that she needs.  Then I tell her that we are going to pray for her tummy mommy so that she isn't sad or lonely.  Honeybee doesn't get it right now, but she will one day. She will.

To Honeybee's birthmommy, thank you very much for your love and your sacrifice. Thank you for allowing Honeybee to be loved by FatherWinter, Superbug, and I.  Thank you for being selfless and for such an amazing gift.  There are no words to say how grateful we are and how much we ache for your grief and how much we love you.  Truly we do.

Thank you.


Disclaimer:  This post was not posted until 18 May and was backdated to the day it was written.  With all of the emotions of the week, it seemed better to wait and hold some thoughts to ourselves.  Please forgive the delay in sharing.

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Missing Mama

Two years ago, I received a phone call that I'd been expecting, but dreading.  On the other end was confirmation that my great-grandmother had just passed away. A victim of Alzheimer's and dementia, she'd finally transitioned from this world of lost memories, pain, and was now at rest. I, on the other hand, was devastated.  I knew she was in a better place, but my great-grandmother was a driving force in my life.  I felt as if I were losing my world.

My great-grandmother (Mama)

My great-grandmother was an amazing woman. She raised me from three weeks of age until the day I left the home for college.  This woman sacrificed for me on such a major level.  She made sure there were home cooked meals on the tables every evening.  She woke up early in a home where there was only a wood-burning heater to load it every morning and make sure the home was toasty when I woke up.  She raised her children, her children's children, and her children's children's children. She did it with a smile.  When I couldn't breathe because of asthma, well before nebulizers, Mama heated a hot plate, boiled water on the eye, and allowed the steam to open up my air passageways. She gave words of wisdom and taught me the love of Christ from a very early age. I loved this woman and miss her everyday.

Mama while I carried Superbug
Mama and Superbug when he was a baby

Mama and I before Christmas service
As Mother's Day rapidly approaches, I am struck by how much more her absence is noticed now that I am a mother to Honeybee.  I see the personality of my daughter.  I see her grow into her own little person and I wish I could pick up the phone and call Mama.  I wish I could ask her if I liked to hop crawl or if my hair was sparse in the beginning. I wish I could listen to the memories of who I was as an infant.  I wish I could relive the telling of the day I arrived on the farm some 30+ years ago.

My Superbug had the benefit of being held and prayed over by my great-grandmother.  Though she didn't remember him and her interactions were limited, she got to see him grow from newborn to a sic year old.  She would smile when she saw him.  Her eyes would light up when he came near.  Mama always loved children.  They gave her youth and energy.  I often wonder the impact her love would have had on him as he grew.  How many cookies and cakes would she have baked for him.  How many meals would she have liked to have prepared.  I miss her.

I like to think that Mama got to meet Honeybee while she was in Heaven.  I like to imagine that God gave her permission to meet our Honeybee, to hold her, to introduce herself to her.Maybe Mama told her a few stories about me when I was a little girl. Maybe Mama told her that she was going to a wonderful family where love would be plentiful.  Maybe my baby girl got meet her great-great grandmother before she came to Earth.  It's a beautiful thought and puts a smile on my face.

Mother's Day is rapidly approaching.  I am so thankful that I had the opportunity to be raised and loved by this woman.  She contributed to the woman I am.  I am truly blessed by that knowledge.