My Mama

With all this talk about my little girl, I thought I might turn some focus on my mama. Here she is when she was about the same age that my daughter now is. Its so strange to see your mother as a child. It is even stranger when I realize looking at this picture of my mother, is like looking at a photo of my daughter some how made to look "old timey".

I know mother's day has come and gone, but I have to give it to my mom. I am the mother I am (good and bad) because of her. She raised my brother and I alone and I might say did quite a good job. She taught me what I know about hard work, tenacity, love, understanding, patience, and the futility of crying over split milk.

Not a day goes by with my daughter that a situation doesn't arise that I have to think "what would my mom have done when I was little?" That is the highest compliment I think to her parenting. Sure, everyone makes mistakes, but when you want to parent as your parent did, that is saying something. I hear so many people who say all they are doing is trying to make their child's childhood better than their own. All I am trying to do is make sure my daughter grows up with the sense that she is loved, valued and treasured. Just as I felt (usually) as a kid!

I know all bets are off once we enter adolescence, but I am basking in this current "best mama ever" phase!