MOTHER'S DAY

Sunday was Mother's Day. I know I usually write my blog about my travels, but this post is going to be about Mother's Day. It will contain some very personal things about me and you are going to have to indulge me on that. I promise to get back on travels for the next post.

There are many emotions tied to this day. Not just for me but for many. Some have lost their moms, some have lost children, some long to be moms and it hasn't happened, and some are doing this thing called raising children by themselves. To all of you, special thoughts and prayers go out to you. Now, back to the story.

When we started on this journey of full-time RVing, the only reservation I had was being away from my kids and grandkids. I love them tremendously and love being around them. My grandkids love me and at least right now, love me being around. I did not want to lose that relationship. But, I went ahead and took off on this journey.

So, along comes the first Mother's Day away.  Mr. W brings me coffee in bed. Check. Then Daughter posts the sweetest thing on Facebook.

"Y'all. I have the best mom in the world. She is fun, she is encouraging, I can talk to her about anything, she seeks out time with me and her grand babies, she is generous with her attention, she is adventurous (except with food )... this is a picture from when she flew to India to spend a few weeks with us right after Hazel was born. I love you Mom!! I praise God for blessing me with a mom that made Him a priority in parenting wisdom." 

So, I get teary eyed and choked up but I'm going to make it through.  Then, DIL sends me three little video clips from Boy-child, Girl-child, and Squeaky. Each one of the kids tell me why they love me. Sweetest clips ever! OK, now I'm feeling tear drops sliding down my face, but I'm blinking really fast and trying not to look at Mr. W. (I tried to post those little videos but for some reason they wouldn't post.)

Next, we had decided to visit one of the local churches so I'm getting dressed.  I then decide that a string of pearls that I just inherited from Memaw (Mr. W's mom who just passed away in February) would be the perfect thing with my outfit. (Southern girls think pearls go with anything.) So I put them on and show Mr. W, who is looking a bit sad at the mention of his mom, and you guessed it, I start out and out crying.  Y'all, I don't cry pretty.  Never have and I guess never will. 

So, Mr. W decides that maybe if he makes me feel like I'm in Texas, I won't be sad. Good idea.

After church, Mr. W turns on some Texas music. (Those that don't know, yes, we Texans even have our own music.  It's musicians that are very well known and make a nice living just playing and recording in Texas.) He then fries up some white bass he caught in a Texas lake. (I very rarely eat anything fried because I'm trying to eat healthier, but desperate times call for desperate measures.) He fries up some potatoes with onions and just to say he cooked something healthy, he steamed some cauliflower too. (I won't mention that the cauliflower had cheese sauce all over it.)

Tough place to have to cook don't you think?

Yum, yum, yum!

A little later, Mr. W asks me if I want to ride into Maggie Valley and look for dessert.  Maybe get an ice cream.  I'm game, so off we go.  We pull into one of the only little shopping strips that is open because we see a sign for ice cream.  I go in to order ice cream and guess what???? It is Blue Bell ice cream.  Guess where Blue Bell ice cream is made..........you got it, Texas! I'm now smiling and thinking that today is a good day.

I close by saying that I hope every mom out there had a great day. Being a mother is the most important "job" you will ever hold. If your mom is still alive, tell her you love her every time you talk to her.