Thirty four years ago today…
…we both had big hair. I had the tiniest waist and yet I thought I was fat in that Gunne Sax dress. Oh, and we got married. A good thing because a few years later, Hollie made us parents; which meant on occasion our wedding anniversary and Mother’s Day would be on the same day. Then twenty-one years ago today…
…this child of ours crashed our anniversary. Naturally it would follow that on occasion May 14 would be our wedding anniversary, Mother’s Day and our Jodie’s birthday (in that order here under The Big Top, of course). Three times since 1996 to be exact.
Weird that we are all not together; I mean what young adult turning 21 wouldn’t want to celebrate it with her Dad and Mom on their 34th wedding anniversary and on Mother’s Day? Oh well. There is always May 14 2023; our next May 14 Trifecta.
There is much too much for me to tell you that I am thankful for as a grandmother, excuse me, as a Mima. One thing that I find myself giving thanks for often is just being there. Being mom means mastering the art of juggling because mom literally must be all of it and do it all and look good all the while. I can’t even begin to list all the times I failed all of this as mom. If only I could have called up “Mom” for the times when I could not juggle it all. So these moments when Hollie calls upon me, I am filled with so much gratitude and joy that I can be there.
Hazel calls me to invite me to a Mother’s/Family lunch at her school and my day is planned!
Yes, I give thanks for the fact that I can set aside the afternoon for her – and that my darling husband is able to take the afternoon off to pick up our own son from school because while Hazel’s school is hosting a Mother’s/Family lunch, Daniel’s school is dismissed at noon for Teachers’ Inservice.
Welcome to our adventures in juggling; which I guess goes on even after most of the kids have grown and left The Big Top.
It means so much to know that Hollie will call me and say, Mom,can you do this for Hazel or Fallon; and I know it means just as much to her because if only I could have called up “Mom” for the times when I could not juggle it all.
And this. OMG, this! Lunch with the one who named me Mima,…I will absolutely put on my prettiest springtime dress, curl my hair and sit in the school courtyard with the Delta winds whipping up all the dust and pollen and my hair while sharing Lunchables with this girl; the one who corrected me when I met her best friend’s mother and introduced myself as Hollie’s Mom and Hazel’s grandmother – you are not a Grandmother, you are a Mima!
Lunch time is the best time!
It’s been a good week.
Obviously a good week because it was my birthday and because it is March and March is consistently a good time for so many reasons…including the fact that it is my birthday.
A birthday my favorite son forgot. Yes. He. Did. He’s still my favorite son.
My favorite son who just so happens to have some pretty good taste in music as he introduces me to his latest discovery. Yes, he asked me if I had ever heard of Radiohead…as we were together listening to Radiohead.
It was a good week to honor the strong women that my darling husband and I have raised. I can’t imagine that there will ever come a day where I am not in awe that these humans share my DNA…mine!
It’s the perfect time to save computer-simulated lives…
and wonder where the hell is the computer-simulated code team already. Next week is my date with the mannikin. I am certain that there will be dirty talk.
It’s the perfect time to warm your bare toes in the sunshine…and ignore the weeds…or, better yet, watch your darling husband and favorite son pull the weeds whilst warming your toes in the March sunshine.
It’s also the perfect time to drive around the Valley with the roof open …allergies be damned.
Oh, and let’s not forget Daylight Saving Time because, in spite of everything wrong with Daylight Saving Time, turning the clocks ahead one hour means after dinner walks with views like this. It also means that I am back in the same time zone as darling daughter #4.
For me, March is good, so very good.
Only those with tenacity can march forward in March. ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
I really didn’t want to be one of those people sharing all the romance and flowers and love notes and gifts that are Valentine’s Day. I really didn’t. My darling husband and I are basically old married people…he looks like a grumpy Get Off My Lawn old man and every waking and most sleeping hours I am now painfully aware of my swollen, achy, arthritic joints…so we basically made no plans for Valentine’s Day. It’s for the young ones we agreed.
Still my darling husband DID buy new dishes the week before. Understand that we have had the same dishes since we were potty training adult members of this circus act. We now have dinnerware for GROWN UPS; dinnerware that I noticed one time months prior as really good looking dinnerware. Y’all can have your flowers and cards and box of chocolates and wine…okay, I would like the wine too…but my darling husband and I don’t need One Day to express our love. We have every day together and five children and two grandchildren and brand new dishes. So, for Valentine’s Day, which was Tuesday, I worked so that the young ones could have the night off…and go out to dinner on a Tuesday. My darling husband and I have the weekend off when our favorite restaurant won’t be crowded at all. Oh, and we have new dishes too!
Love is in the air here under The Big Top!
Coming home, early Tuesday morning, the last thing I expected was this.
Sometimes, I think about the day we met. I think about how I was in the right place at the right time to see your face, and how you smiled a smile that told me you were someone amazing. Ever since the day we met, you’ve made me realize that true love has perfect timing.
New dishes, beautiful flowers and the best love note ever! There is a very good reason why I call him my darling husband.
I love him too, to the moon and back.
Of course I shared these beautiful flowers all over social media, as young lovers, old married people and all those other people do on Valentine’s Day.
On New Year’s Eve, Christmas left The Big Top; and it packed up and left very quickly thanks to the help from my darling husband and my favorite son. Nothing more motivating than the idea of kicking 2016 to the curb and getting our New Year’s Party on I guess.
Happy New Year Bitches!
Yeah, she hated us for a moment there.
And so onward because with holidays over and one more week of Winter Break before back to school it was time for a little fun. Block out a week off from work. Have that What do you want to do…I don’t know what do you want to do conversation. Make some plans thinking this week is going to be fun.
You will wake up like this. Guaranteed! At least I am still a majestic unicorn. A sick majestic unicorn who can barely get out of bed and squeak I’m sorry son as he brings you tea and cup of noodles.
He really is my favorite son!
And come Friday, just as you are starting to feel a little bit better, except for the coughing up a lung, you learn that atmospheric river is an actual thing. A real thing that has people in Northern Cali who actually remember the 1997 New Year storm and flooding in the Central Valley to stock up some supplies, clear the gutters, maybe get some sand bags, have the candles ready, charge all the tech devices and hunker down
Probably a very good idea since I am still coughing up a lung and a little bit…okay, a lot of snot! And with the NFL Wildcard Games and the Golden Globes on this weekend, well, I’m sorry son. Spring Break will be here soon.