My Mom

I was my Mom’s first child. Arriving 6 weeks premature at only a little over 4lbs I decided to start off her journey early.  Right from the get-go I gave her much more than she bargained for.  I was a jaundiced, colicky baby who ended up being hospitalized after crying none stop for weeks.  During those early days of motherhood, my Mom walked the floors with me for hours on end, got little-to no sleep and tried everything in her power to settle me.  What a hard start my Mom had.  Thankfully, after I got all settled she tells me life was a whole lot better and she was able to start enjoying being my Mom.  Then I started talking.  My grandfather always said I started talking when I was a year old and I haven’t shut up since.  Another comment was that I was vaccinated with a gramophone needle…lol.

I started school early (at 4) and I graduated from university late (at 34).  My Mom stood by my side attending banquets, band concerts, Sea Cadet Annual Inspections, winter carnival variety shows, school and university plays, debates and parades.

My Mom was my rock during elementary and junior high school.  Back in those days I was picked on endlessly.  I would arrive home from school crying more days than not.  She comforted me and tried her best to make the hurt go away.  She would keep telling me that one day it would all be better.  She was right.

I gave my Mom a run for her money during my teen years.  I got my love for debating by practicing with her I think.  We argued many more times than I care to remember as a teenager.  I just didn’t know when enough was enough. I think some days I argued with her just for the sake of arguing.  I cried tears and I caused tears.  She kept telling me that one day it would all be better.  She was right.

As a young girl I always dreamed of being a wife and a mother.  I would ask Mom “Am I going to get married someday?”  Over the years I had a few boyfriends and I always wondered if this was “the one”.  I dreamed of a wedding and always loved looking at Mom and Dad’s wedding photos.  I wanted to be a pretty bride just like Mom.  She kept telling me that one day would be the day.  She was right.

My Mom didn’t work outside the home, my Mom didn’t drive, my Mom didn’t get out a whole lot to do things she liked.  Our home was always the most immaculate home on the block.  I didn’t know what dust was until I moved out – haha.  Our meals were always on the table when Dad got home, our clothes were always perfectly laundered, our toys were always in their place.  My Mom’s home was her pride.  The skills she taught me were so much more than cooking and cleaning, it went far deeper than that.  She taught me respect and pride for my home.  No matter what 4 walls we lived in, it was our home and my mother made sure that we were safe, comfortable and that our home was organized, clutter-free and full functioning.  I will never be the domestic engineer that she is and I tend to get off track sometimes, but when I go on a mission and put my mind to it I can hold my own – even with working outside the home 40+ hours/week.  She kept telling me I could do anything I put my mind to.  She was right.

Then one day, finally, this thing we call life came full circle.  I was going to be a Mom.  And who better to have by my side as that happened than my Mom and my Mom-in-Law.  Yes, there they both were, along with Mikey, right there in the delivery room as Matthew was born.  I think the Dr. knew better than to mess with a Mom (soon to be grandmother) as he didn’t say a word as they sat in the corner waiting to see their child’s child come into the world.

I soon realized that I didn’t have a clue about being a Mom.  I loved Matthew beyond words but it certainly wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.  I was sad, I was tired, I was cranky and I wasn’t sure I liked having someone so helpless being totally dependent on me. Thankfully we lived in the basement apartment of Mom and Dad’s home at the time and my Mom was by my side helping me get over the blues I was feeling.  She taught me the smallest things like bathing him to the big things like time managing.  I couldn’t imagine for a second how she did it with me.  Matthew wasn’t cranky or colicky and I was ready to cry at the drop of a hat.  She kept telling me that one day it would be better.  She was right.

Now many years have gone by and my children are growing.  I’m thankful that my Mom was right so often.  (Was she ever wrong???)  There were times I was sure she didn’t know anything at all.  As I reflect back on our journey and see how far we’ve come I realize that while I may not be a domestic engineer, I am my mother in so many ways.  While the thought of that might have scared me a lifetime ago, today I can think of no one I’d rather take after.   I am so glad and honored to be just like my Mom.

She kept telling me that I could do anything I put my mind to.  I work hard every day to show her she was right.

Until next time…

About angeloftheisland

Welcome to An Angel’s Island. I’m Tracey (aka angeloftheisland). I’m also Mom to 19 year old Matthew who constantly keeps me on my toes. He’s our “special” boy who shows us daily how he deals with the world of ADHD, a Nonverbal Learning Disorder and Asperger’s Syndrome. He’s my hero. Marcus is 8 and reminds me everyday that he’s in no way going to make the school years boring for his Dad and me!! I’m also wife to Mike for 25 years now. Mike is my best friend and soul-mate and he has showed me over the years, that yes – dreams do come true. Our life may not be the most exciting but there’s always something going on. Welcome to our Happy Place, newly renamed Hilliard's Happy Hideaway. I hope you enjoy what I’ve shared about our family.
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