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Things I’ve learned about moms

8 May

Have you ever thought about moms? Really sat there silently and thought about these women? Mom has been there from the very beginning, long before any of us knew what the word mom meant. She gave up sleep for late night feedings or to soothe away troubled dreams. She helped with spelling and math at the kitchen table. She made us special dinner for our birthdays.

Mom was there when we were learning all of our firsts, from words, to walking to that first spin behind the wheel. She knew when we had our first crush, and more so when we had our first heartbreak. She held on tight when we cried because of a fight with dad and when those pre-teen years kicked our self-confidence to the curb.

Mom always knew when to listen and when to share some motherly advice. She showed us, more often than telling us, how to be good, faithful, kind and loving human beings. From her I learned to value education and what a loving and lasting relationship looks like. She may not have noticed, but I was always watching her, hoping to be just like her one day. 

There were times we disappointed her, and broke her heart with our choices and decisions, but she had to let us learn and grow. She helped us find our wings and learn to soar on the wind. She had faith in us when we did not. And cheered us on when we were uncertain of life’s path. 

My mom is more than my mom – she is my best friend, my confidant, my safe harbor, my cheerleader and my greaterst supporter. Her opinions and thoughts I seek out whenever I am presented with big or small choices or life-altering decisions. Her knowledge surpasses my own and I have learned to see that as a blessing that I should utilize. 

In my 27 years, here are a few things I’ve learned about my mom:

  1. She loves the Lord with all of her heart and has a strong faith.
  2. Her family – parents, siblings, husband, daughters, extended aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews,  cousins- mean the world to her. Family is not defined by blood, it is by the bonds we build and strengthen everyday. 
  3. Her favorite color is purple.
  4. She would do anything for the kids she teaches at school and on more than one occassion I have seen her fight for children when she recognizes they need to be loved and pushed to excel. 
  5. Someday she would love to see the top of The Statue of Libery. 
  6. She enjoys reading and has no problem spending all day with a new (or familiar) book.
  7. Sappy Hallmark movies make her cry.
  8. She bakes when she’s stressed.
  9. She is technology challenged and loves when we help her sort it all out.
  10. She has a smile that brightens the room and a laugh that fills your soul with joy. And once she starts laughing, you can’t help but join in! 

Happy Mother’s Day to the most loving woman I know. Thank you for being there through all of life’s ups and downs, for being my constant in an ever changing world. 

Mom with The Statue of Liberty in New York City

Sunset Lake Walks

18 Aug

There is nothing quite as relaxing as taking a sunset walk at the lake. Where I live, I am lucky enough to be within 15 minutes driving distance of two state parks and 3 minutes driving distance within a third state park. It was the latter where my mom and I found ourselves this evening. 

We enjoyed a 1.19 mile stroll along the “Boardwalk” as the sun sank lower in the western sky, painting the heavens pink, orange and shades of purple. Tonight the path was quiet, with only one other fellow walker out to enjoy the view. (About said walker, what we could not understand was why he was smoking a CIGAR while exercising?! Isn’t that counterproductive?!) 

During our walk mom and I had some quiet time alone to just chat…our special bonding time! We’ve come a long way with our bonding time since my days of high school when I would need to talk to you about all of life’s ups and downs way past 10 PM when all you wanted to do was sleep. Hahahaha!

Tonight at the lake was just what I needed to clear my mind and help me refocus on the exciting things to come next week and to let go of the situations I can not change. Nothing like nature to help you once again feel grounded and centered and at peace. I only wish I were a painter so I could capture the beauty all around me!   


Today we celebrate you, mom!

10 May

Today we celebrate you, mom. But what IS a mom exactly? From my 26 years of experience, moms don’t come as a one-size-fits-all… but MY mom comes as a one-size-fits-me. 

You see, MY mom is one of the most important people in my life. Over the years our relationship has changed – at first I relied on her for everything from nourishment to clothing to security and love.  

My first picture with my mom! As I got a little older, there were nights when she was the only person I’d want and only she and her hugs could calm my fears or worries and convince me the world would be okay again.  

 Older still, she became my chauffeur to and from activities such as soccer, softball, church group, friend’s houses, school dances and so many other places. She was there at every activity I ever participated in – I could always count on her to cheer the loudest at my accomplishments be it a goal in soccer or a solo in choir. 

When I was troubled, she was my therapist and helped me talk through all of life’s problems. On that historic day when my young heart broke for the first of what would be many times, she provided a shoulder to cry on and reminded me that somewhere out there, someone special was waiting for me, and that he’d love me imperfections and all. Just like when I was a little girl with skinned knees and bumps and bruises, she picked me up, brushed me off and helped put the pieces back together. 

I have learned that it does not matter how old you are, you are never too old for your momma. Every time I have ever been sick or hospitalized, from the first as a terrified four-year-old having a severe asthma attack, to this most recent time last November, I have always been comforted knowing she’s right there, helping me through.

Yes, there have been times over the years when we haven’t exactly seen eye-to-eye, but thankfully those were few and far between.

My mom is like my best friend – she knows all my secrets, worries, dreams and future hopes for life. She’s my biggest cheerleader and my strongest supporter. When I lived in Florida, I called her every single day, I missed her so much.  

 We are very similar, my mom and I – we share a love of reading and singing, musicals, a hatred of math, perfectionism and creativity. We laugh and joke and have our very own unique way of talking with each other and find the same things funny. Sometimes when I answer our house phone, the caller on the other end will remark “wow, you sound just like your mom!” While I don’t think we necessarily look alike, others claim they see the resemblance. 

Someday when I’m lucky enough to have children of my own, I hope I can be at least half the mom my mom has been for me. From stories and magic kisses, to baking lessons and bonding time, there’s no one in this world who knows and loves me like she does. I don’t always tell her how special she is to me or how much I appreciate all the little things she does, but I need to, and will try harder to make her feel loved and appreciated. I love that we are very close and have such a special and unique connection, I know I wouldn’t be half the woman I am today without her love in my life. She has guided me through this journey called life, leading by example of how to treat others with Christ like love and compassion, showing and teaching me a good work ethic and how to one day be a loving and supportive wife and mother. I hope that when people see and get to know me, they will see my mom reflected in my speech, my actions, my attitude and my smile.  

 And while the majority of this post is dedicated to my mom, I want to say a Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful women in my life, including but not limited to my grandma, aunts, cousins, best friend’s moms, my boyfriend’s mom and step mom and the various women I look to for guidance and support at work and at church. Whether you’re a birth mom, stepmom, adoptive mom, spiritual mom, grandma, or “like a mom” to me or someone one else… I honor you today. Have a beautiful day, ladies. You deserve it!

“Sorry, I’m Deborah.”

22 Jan

**This is the true account of an encounter that happened at work yesterday, however names have been changed to protect the individuals’ identities.

This week at work I have had the opportunity to shadow other departments in the hospital. My job was simple – write down everything they were saying to patients so that we (meaning the managers) could work on more unified scripting for the departments.

On this particular morning I was on the second floor of the hospital shadowing our concierges, Juan* and Morgan*,  in the surgery wing. I watched as they brought the patients checking-in for surgery to their rooms and helped them get settled and explained about the (awful) hospital gowns, nurse call light/TV remote, etc. Once everyone was settled, the concierge would offer a warm blanket to the patient and coffee to the waiting family members.

Every 10 – 15 minutes, they would make a sweep of the floor just to make sure everyone was still comfortable and didn’t need anything. It was during one of these sweeps, my world turned on its axis.

Juan approached room number 12. The curtain was pulled 3/4 of the way across the door. From where I was waiting in the hallway, I could only see the family member. Juan knocked, entered and introduced who I was and explained I was there to shadow him.

Upon hearing my name is Mariah, the family member immediately turns and stares at me. 

[Long pause]

  Her: “What’s your last name?”

I told her.

Her: “I know your parents.”

Me: “Oh?”

Her: “Yeah, Robert* and Cathy*.”

Juan: “Wow. You must really look like one of your parents.”

Me: “No, I’m really the perfect mix of both of them. I don’t think I resemble one more than the other. How do you know my parents?”

Her: “I don’t know many Mariahs and I use to work with them at the restaurant. Have you every heard of  it?”

Me: “Yeah, I’ve grown up hearing stories about the restaurant my entire life.” 

Juan finishes talking with the patient and exits the room

Me: “Oh, you didn’t tell me your name.” [sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, please don’t say Deborah]

Her: “Sorry, I’m Deborah*.”


Now, without some background information, this little encounter means nothing. So let’s start from the beginning. I have heard about this woman my entire life, but until yesterday, I had never met her.

You see, she was one of my dad’s old girlfriends. Before he met my mom, they went out a few times. And yes, they did all work at the same restaurant together in the good old days. According to the stories from my mom, she and Deborah were friendly until Deborah discovered my mom and dad were dating. [It’s important to mention Deborah already had a new significant other at the time.]

Most of the stories I’ve heard growing up were about things she did that annoyed my dad — things she said or the way in which they were said. I’ve only grown up hearing said stories because if you ask my dad, every now and then, I will say something, or do something that reminds him of her. For years I’ve asked him to describe it so I’d know what it was I did, but he said it’s something that indescribable.

Lovely, I have some weird trait that can’t be explained.

Honestly, what are the odds that I would be shadowing that department, on the exact same day and at the exact same time, while she was there waiting on a family member, friend or loved one to have surgery? Honestly, a daughter should never unexpectedly meet one of her father’s exs, it’s just WEIRD. But to give her credit, she didn’t seem to hold any ill-will towards either of them, that or she hid it well… something I’d rather not think on.

And now I’ve met her. And what bugs me the most is that she knew exactly who I was based on my name, while I was left guessing who she was until she mentioned working at the restaurant, because then I had a gut feeling I knew exactly who I was speaking to. And after retelling the odd encounter to my parents on the drive home from work, two questions came to mind:

  1. How in the world did she know what my parents named me? (As I mentioned above, she stopped speaking to them when they started dating.)
  2. Who is crazy enough to remember the name of an ex’s child (whom you’ve never met) 25 years later?

Sometimes I wonder how I find myself in these odd situations, then I remind myself my life and blog would be terribly boring if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. Besides, this will be one of those fun stories to tell my future grandchildren.

“Have I ever told you about the time I met one of your great-grandfather’s ex-girlfriends…..”

Honoring my mom on Mother’s Day

12 May

Today we are thankful for our Mothers, but do we really appreciate everything she does for us? I tried to think of all the “hats” my mom wears and I doubt I came up with them all, but here we go!

She carried me around in Hotel Mamma for 9 months, changed diapers, bathed and fed me, and kissed all the Ouchies. She taught me to speak and to read, how to be nice and how to walk.

She became a taxi driver, a master scheduler, a cheerleader and my number one fan during competitions and games. She cooks and cleans and keeps our household together. She is the finder of lost things. She taught me about Christ and is a wonderful example of living his teachings.

She is a therapist and a mender of broken hearts, she’s a shoulder to cry on and a strong person to lean on when the ground is shaking. She lets me have 10PM bonding time when I just need someone to talk about life and its mysteries. She is my confidant and best friend. She builds up my confidence and tells me I can do anything I set my mind to. Her hugs make everything better.

She is generous and caring, always willing to go out of her way to help others. She is a super hero.

I hope to be just like her someday when I have children of my own. I don’t know what I would do without her.

Mom, this may be the day set aside each year for the world to recognize how wonderful and awesome you are, but I hope I make you feel like that everyday! Thanks for being my mom, loving me through the hard times and never giving up on me. I know I haven’t always made it easy, but I’m glad you were always there because I need you in my life more than you’ll ever know!

I love you to the moon and back, for forever and always! ❤

I love my mom!!!


My mom tells my sisters and I this quote all the time, so this year we painted it on a plate for her, she LOVED it!!

Countdown to Christmas

25 Nov

Can you believe it?! TODAY is November 25…. one MONTH to Christmas! Where has the year gone? Wasn’t last week March? I feel like I missed the last couple of months they went by so quickly!

So here we go, the Countdown to Christmas 2012 has begun! Tonight we decorated the tree!! I love our Christmas tree! It’s filled with so many stories! Each year, my mother finds my sisters and I a new ornament to represent something we did that year. My ornaments tell  about when I got my license, traveled to Spain my senior year in high school, worked at Disney, just to name a few. Last year, my special ornament was a Guardian Angel to remind me that she will always be there to support my dreams and give me encouragement, no matter where life takes me. And before you ask how I remember what each ornament represents, my mom writes something special on the box, along with the year.

Now, according to mom, some years are easier to find ornaments than others. I don’t know how she does it, but I love that she does! It’s my favorite Christmas tradition…well, other than Santa’s magic snow footprint, but I’ll tell you more about those when it gets closer to Christmas!

In the mean time, check out all the decorating that’s been happening at this house! Two trees, window clings and Christmas chains! And much, much more still to do!

And what tree would be complete without the Christmas Pickle ornament?! This is the one I surprised my family with in 2010 when I was working at Disney. Our original Pickle Ornament got lost a few years ago and for some reason we never replaced it. This one came from the German Pavilion at Walt Disney World’s Epcot. If you don’t know the legend behind the Pickle Ornament, check it out here! 😀

The Christmas Pickle

Our Christmas Pickle ornament!