Oh, mother...
Sorry in advanced...there is a lot of linking in this post instead of a lot of pictures...
Are you familiar with music by Jim Brickman? (If you know me well...you are!)
Sometime during the middle school years, my family was packed in the Previa (it actually looked exactly like this) and this very catchy piano song was aired on 103.7 light FM. I thought it was beautiful and that night, they didn't announce who played it or what it was called (Shazam, where have you been all my life?!). In fact, I was listening for it for awhile before I finally caught the information. It was called If You Believe and I can say, by that point, I really, really did. I played around on the piano until I could play the simple tune (thanks family for dealing with that one...it was like that scene in Role Models where that character is trying to play the guitar and keeps stopping and restarting...)
I now own several Jim Brickman CDs that I occasionally torture various people with and hope someone will take me on his Valentine's Day cruise someday (*cough* *V*). I don't know if he even still does it, but it sounds awesome and for lack of a better description, gay. I promise I'm not using that in a derogatory way...but the only thing gayer than a Jim Brickman cruise would be the Margaret Cho cruise. Both sound hella fun to me...
Anyway.
One of my summers home from college, Jim Brickman was coming to Dallas. I was really excited and bought tickets. I'm sure this is hard for you to imagine, but NO ONE was interested in going with me.
"So it's just, like, a piano concert?
"I don't know who that is..."
"Is he going to sing?; what kind of music is it?"
"Sorry, I have to wash my hair..."
"No."
Who steps up to make a person feel better when no one else does? Answer: Mom.
In addition to normal mom things that have done for me, that stands out in my mind as an awesome mom moment.
She sat through the whole thing in a tiny seat and stayed awake!
While I was laughing/crying and being entertained by how delightful Jim was in concert, I'm sure my Mom wanted to kill herself (or maybe not, I'm speaking for her).
It meant a lot to me and I love her for it.
My mom gives me advice, she looks out for me, and is a great 'Grandma' to Alex. (Always bringing him cookies and chocolate close to nap time...)
When we lived in Bartlesville (yes, still in Oklahoma) our backyard touched the backyard of a boy named Ryan. We always talked through the chain fence and one day Ryan was trying to talk me into pulling my pants down for him. I thought about it for a long time until finally, he said, "I'll pull my pants down after you..."
Sold.
We paced the fence for several minutes trying to pick the perfect spot out of sight from any of our houses' windows.
I didn't have my pants down for more than 15 seconds when my Mom came running out of the house.
She dragged me inside the house and lectured me ending with, "Don't ever pull down your pants for a boy!"
Those words have stuck with me for life.
Happy Mother's Day.
Are you familiar with music by Jim Brickman? (If you know me well...you are!)
Sometime during the middle school years, my family was packed in the Previa (it actually looked exactly like this) and this very catchy piano song was aired on 103.7 light FM. I thought it was beautiful and that night, they didn't announce who played it or what it was called (Shazam, where have you been all my life?!). In fact, I was listening for it for awhile before I finally caught the information. It was called If You Believe and I can say, by that point, I really, really did. I played around on the piano until I could play the simple tune (thanks family for dealing with that one...it was like that scene in Role Models where that character is trying to play the guitar and keeps stopping and restarting...)
I now own several Jim Brickman CDs that I occasionally torture various people with and hope someone will take me on his Valentine's Day cruise someday (*cough* *V*). I don't know if he even still does it, but it sounds awesome and for lack of a better description, gay. I promise I'm not using that in a derogatory way...but the only thing gayer than a Jim Brickman cruise would be the Margaret Cho cruise. Both sound hella fun to me...
Anyway.
One of my summers home from college, Jim Brickman was coming to Dallas. I was really excited and bought tickets. I'm sure this is hard for you to imagine, but NO ONE was interested in going with me.
"So it's just, like, a piano concert?
"I don't know who that is..."
"Is he going to sing?; what kind of music is it?"
"Sorry, I have to wash my hair..."
"No."
Who steps up to make a person feel better when no one else does? Answer: Mom.
In addition to normal mom things that have done for me, that stands out in my mind as an awesome mom moment.
She sat through the whole thing in a tiny seat and stayed awake!
While I was laughing/crying and being entertained by how delightful Jim was in concert, I'm sure my Mom wanted to kill herself (or maybe not, I'm speaking for her).
It meant a lot to me and I love her for it.
My mom gives me advice, she looks out for me, and is a great 'Grandma' to Alex. (Always bringing him cookies and chocolate close to nap time...)
When we lived in Bartlesville (yes, still in Oklahoma) our backyard touched the backyard of a boy named Ryan. We always talked through the chain fence and one day Ryan was trying to talk me into pulling my pants down for him. I thought about it for a long time until finally, he said, "I'll pull my pants down after you..."
Sold.
We paced the fence for several minutes trying to pick the perfect spot out of sight from any of our houses' windows.
I didn't have my pants down for more than 15 seconds when my Mom came running out of the house.
She dragged me inside the house and lectured me ending with, "Don't ever pull down your pants for a boy!"
Those words have stuck with me for life.
Happy Mother's Day.
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