I Love my Mom

I Love my Mom

Dear fierce ones, 
I feel so privileged to share my heart and my stories with you. Be blessed and encouraged today...

When I was a little girl, I didn’t grow up with a lot of “things”. It is so easy to get caught up in the world of “things”. But I know without a doubt that “things” don’t REALLY matter.

My parents are the type of people that epitomize the tag DIY.  We didn’t have much money. We had a surplus of talent and creativity. My parents are both creative types, and my mom especially was always playing the guitar, writing songs, designing rooms, planting gardens, and painting pictures. As a kid, I remember being invited to a birthday party and instead of going to the store and buying a gift or toy (like most people) I was told to “get creative and make something” to bring as a gift.

I was 9 years old.

I made candy and brought that as my gift. I wrapped it in saran wrap and tied it with ribbon to try and make it look more “gift-like”. (As I recall, it was actually really good candy, and what kid doesn’t like candy? but I remember feeling embarrassed by my gift at the birthday party).

Recently I began to laugh hysterically. This happened after I had someone over for the first time, and I was giving a little tour of my home. My home is filled with all the things that I love and cherish and the reason I started to laugh was because…

My mom is SO AMAZING.

My Mom can draw and paint anything. Many of her paintings and artwork are scattered throughout my home. One of my my favorite paintings is a slightly abstract one of wild horses running. I love the colors and I love the feeling of freedom the painting evokes. Her talent has always thrilled my heart and amazed my soul because her work is so very good! (This painting hangs above the dining room table that Avery made out of reclaimed wood we harvested from our barn. Yes, I married a DIY extraordinaire)

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Anyhow, as I was giving the tour of my home I was receiving compliments such as…” that is a great painting” and I was saying “Oh thanks…my Mom painted that” and then a little while later, I received a compliment on the necklace I was wearing and I said "My Mom made it…she carved it from a shell” and it suddenly struck me as hysterical to be able to say those things and they are true. It is bizarre and thus the hysteria.

Over her lifetime, my mom has painted MANY beautiful pictures.

She is particularly good at portraits.

This is a Charcoal drawing of my son Jared and daughter Megan. I love it so much!

This is a Charcoal drawing of my son Jared and daughter Megan. I love it so much!

She has painted portraits of each of my siblings. My brother Chad is wearing a baseball cap, holding our first dog “Muffin” on his lap. She painted my brother Travis playing the guitar, and she painted my sister Jayme. In it, she is smiling, and her hair is blowing in the breeze.

My mom has not painted a portrait of me.

Instead, she wrote me a song.

This little song makes me weep every single time I hear it or think about it.

I just can’t get over it.

I AM SEEN AND I AM LOVED FOR WHO I AM.

That is a Mother’s love.

When you become a Mom, everything changes. It happens the moment your baby arrives and you hold them in your arms. You will find yourself counting 10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes. You will marvel and exclaim over the miracle of life, and once you witness that first smile, your heart will melt into an ocean of overwhelming love.
It’s curtains I tell you…It’s curtains!
That is a Mother’s love.

I cannot hear this song or read the words without tears spilling down my cheeks.

The words and the message are far too tender, too deep, and too meaningful.

The song is called “That’s my baby girl” and even though it is a song…the words paint a beautiful picture.

Verse 1:

She has Angels’ hair,

and her cheeks are rosy red,

and the sparkle in her eyes lights up the morning

Her loving arms,

embracing everyone…

like a child in paradise,

gathering flowers in the sun…

Chorus:

A precious gift God gave to me

A little girl who follows me

A careful Mom I ought to be…

and guide and love her tenderly.

Verse 2:

Her tender little heart

So sweet it overflowed

And scented all the flowers in the meadow

I love her so…

She fills me with joy,

And touches my soul,

That’s my baby girl…

Chorus:

A precious gift God gave to me

A little girl who follows me

A careful Mom I ought to be…

and guide and love her tenderly.

Isn’t that incredible? So many lines in that little song just make my heart burst!

I am so blessed to have my Mom in my life. I can honestly say that I love and appreciate my Mom now more than ever. Knowing how much she loves and cares for me, knowing she will come and help me if I need her, praying for me every single day (what an incredible blessing!) and instilling within me certain values and characteristics that are absolutely priceless!  

Many people I know have already lost their Mom and when I think about that… my eyes are instantly swimming with tears. The older I get, the more I cherish and savor the moments I get to spend with my mom.  

One thing about my Mom that I find rather humorous and endearing is that she is such a “prude”! What I mean is that my Mom is very private and somewhat embarrassed by anything of a private nature such as sex or sexual organs.
Gasp! (So I am of course a total potty-mouth and I think it is some sort of inner rebellion to all those years of “fluff”!)

Allow me to explain.

Growing up we had certain rules. We did not speak certain words. We used other words instead. For example…passing gas was not called a “FART”…it was a “fluff”! Also, we did not refer to our private parts by their proper names…the male part (a penis) was referred to as a “Willie” … and the female part (a vagina) was referred to as a “Betsy”. 

WHY?!!!

As a kid...it was embarrassing! (nowadays it really strikes me as hilarious)

My mom is not perfect.

Just... 

the BEST! 

I love you Momma! 

Love,

Stacie

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