This past week was the best week, and a small taste of the worst, in my life. The best part was my precious, amazing and awesome Mom was here with me all week. I had her all to myself. We stayed up late just talking, enjoyed our morning coffee together, she rode the subway with me to work, fabric shopped for some projects, got our make-up done at Bergdorf’s, worked out together, lunched at the yummy Saks cafe, played with the new Apple ipads, walked, and enjoyed special time together. The worst part of the week started on Thursday when I came down with the icky, crummy, darn flu for the first time in my whole entire life. My temperature was a steady 102 for two solid days. The biggest blessing was having my sweet Mom here to take care of me. She “google” to find me a doctor in Tribeca, since I’ve yet to need a primary care physician since I’ve lived here. She drug me to the doctor. She got my prescription filled, and she kept me well hydrated. She watched lots and lots of movies, and TV with me. This is the first time I’ve ever sent her home from a NYC visit well rested, and I mean well rested. For me, there is nothing like getting to be with my Mom. I thank my her for ALL the love she has showered me with over the years. I will never ever out grow the need for my “Mommy’s love”. When ever I start thinking about “growing up” I get kind of teary eyed. My sister and I sometimes joke about wanting to go to the fictional world of Never Never Land with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. The memories of my “younger years” are so dear to my heart, and sometimes I just want to stop growing up. A few months ago, I was telling my Mom how hard I find it sometimes to want to “grow up”. She said, you know it can be just as hard as parents to let your kids go, as it is on you to “fly”…Moms would have it no other way than to just keep there little chicks all safe and sound in their nest all the days long, but that would not be healthy for any of us. I laughed and agreed, because all I could think of was the movie Failure to Launch. None of us really want to be 35, and still living at home. And then I remembered a musical book Mom gave me years and years ago, on a random Saturday morning, it was the song, I Hope You Dance. I thought about lyrics of that song, and remembered that was Mom’s prayer for her daughters lives…She gives us strength. She is the friend you can always confide in. She is a steady rock, and for that I feel so very blessed. And now I am getting teary eyed, so I shall digress…
What are your memories and favorite traits of your Moms? What does a Mom mean to you? Or if you are a Mom, how has that blessed you in return? For me, my Mom has inspired me to be selfless, loving and a simply always shine for Jesus!
[1] pillow, [2] vintage love plates, [3] poppy teapot, [4] flower lamp, [5] fabrics, [6] anthro rug, [7] chloe flat, [8] handbag, [9] ring, [10] felt adornments
I came across these images of Central Park while scouring through my computer files yesterday. They serve to remind me that there is light at the end of the tunnel. And spring will return to NYC, one day that is. It might not be soon enough for my liking, but it will come. With the dark comes the light, and with the cold comes the warm…so I known I will survive. In the meantime, we are weather one of the worst winters on record here in the North East. I our attempts to go about our daily lives, we are jumping snow piles on the street, but only to land in a 6″ puddle of slush. But on the positive side…
We get to sneak a handful of snow from an untouched planter to mold into the perfect snowball only to nail our friend two strides ahead on the sidewalk. And we marvel at the glistening sunshine shimmering on the snowy tree branches. So for now Happy Weekend from the Winter Wonderland!
Readers, do you have any fun weekend plans? I am headed to a friends going away party tonight, then settling in for a cozy Saturday and Sunday. Rest is on the horizon!
