Jeans and Sneakers

This might seem kind of silly, dedicating a post to my mom on my blog, when she doesn’t even have the blog address. But the only reason she really doesn’t have this address is because (like you haven’t noticed) I talk about my knitting projects A LOT, and some of them are for her and are surprises. Also, I don’t always like it when EVERYONE close to me reads my blog and then I can’t have a conversation with anyone because they all know what’s going on in my life already, and all I can do is listen to what’s going on in theirs.

Anyway. Yeah, it’s Mother’s Day. I kind of feel bad, because my mom’s present isn’t done yet, so this is the least I can do, even if she doesn’t get to see it. I hope she knows everything I’m going to say already, anyway.

My mom and I haven’t always gotten along. I remember being somewhere between 3 and 5 years old and fighting with her every morning about waking up to go to pre-school. I’d give her hell, because I just wanted to stay asleep, and I didn’t see what the big deal was, since it wasn’t like I was going to REAL school yet. Sometimes I’d make her late for work, but she always got me up and to pre-school. I never minded once I was there, since that’s where all my friends were anyway. Sorry for making you late to work Mommy. :[

Then we got a little bit older, and I used to envy my mom. We were living in Brooklyn at the time, and I remember her having these awesome (80's) outfits that she used to wear to work, and very rarely when she'd go out. I remember one night she went to a Prince concert, and I begged her to let me come with her. Of course, she said no, but she brought me back a Prince pin, and I thought it was the coolest. :]

In middle school and high school, my mom became “the easy parent”, the one I knew I could go to when I wanted to go do something, and a lot of the time she’d say yes, and I’d love her for it. Occasionally she’d say the dreaded words, “Go ask your father,” and then I’d get mad knowing that my dad would never say ok. But seriously, looking back, none of those things that she “doomed” me to stay home from were anything I really needed to be around anyway. Thank you Mommy, good looking out. :]

When I went to college, things changed a bit. All of the sudden, out of nowhere, my parents started treating me as an adult with a brain and a full grasp of logic. It was pretty weird after having been under “lock and key” for so long, to tell my mom one summer break that I was going out at like 11pm, and have her say “Just make sure you have your keys!”, was totally the weirdest thing ever. But for the better I think. That was when I started to really look at my parents like humans too, as opposed to these god-like parental figures, and oh boy was I curious. I wanted to know everything about who my parents were, and why they think the way they do, and what events in their lives moulded their characteristics now. My mom seemed more than happy to share herself as a person with me. It only brought us closer, and I’d like to say thank you again Mommy, for being one of my best friends. :]

When you come right down to it, my mom *is* the coolest. I can’t think of anyone better to go dancing with, (and holy crap can she dance. She leaves me standing on the sidelines panting, and she’s still out on the floor, 3am, dancing the night away), no one in the world makes better fried chicken (my favorite. :] ), she’s always someone I can confide in, and always good for a silly laugh. She gave me at least half of my awesome taste in music, half of my open minded point of view, most of my MacGuyver skills around the house, and my eyes (my favorite feature. . .on both of us. :] ) So although you may not ever read this, I love you Mommy. Happy Mother’s Day!

Here’s a dope pic of my mom that my dad took sometime when they were dating I think. Isn’t she beautiful? :]