Message for my Mama


On the eve of Mother’s day, I want to tell my mom, “Thank You”.

  • Thank you for loving me every second, whether I did right or wrong. You were there to pat me on my back and hug me when I did the right thing and teach me a lesson when I was wrong. Yet, you never stopped loving me.
  • Thank you for making us, your daughters, your priority no matter what. You always took the backseat and we never thanked you for making us the stars in your life.
  • Thank you for teaching us the value of family, respect, faith and culture. We realize the meaning of the “lectures” now! 🙂
  • Thank you for being the rock in our lives…always.
  • Thank you for the millions of hugs and kisses.
  • Thank you for still treating me as your baby ( I am 30 and a mother of one…going on my second!).
  • Thank you for knowing what I want to say, even before I say it.
  • And thank you for the many things that I have selfishly forgotten.

As I find out that I am going to me a mom for the second time, I realize more than ever that being a mom is not just about raising a child, it is about raising a healthy and happy family and you, mama, have done just that. So thank you for being my mama.

Happy Mother’s Day! Love you!  🙂


A day full of hearts <3

I have to write about Valentine’s day.

Preparations began early in the morning at 6 a.m.; writing 22 cards  for K’s daycare class and organizing them with the approved treats for each kid.  I was supposed to have these done the  night before but was horribly sick and zonked out on the couch loaded on Tylenol. Debated putting K in a red sweatshirt and black pants…too much…dressed him up normally. Packed him up and off to the daycare. Met with a lineup of tired parents handing over their kids and a bag of sugar-laden treats.

My dear husband and I wished each other in the car on the way to work. I quietly slipped a handful of Hershey’s kisses in his coat pocket as a small surprise.

The day went by at work coughing and slugging away at the computer.

Picked up a very hyper K from the daycare with a treat bag (more sugar!) decorated with red and pink hearts, came home and collapsed on the couch again. DH returned from work with dinner and we watched our kid run from one room to the other scribbling on walls and doors. By the time he went to sleep, we’d forgotten it was Valentine’s day. At night when we lay in bed, we noticed a little heart sticker stuck on K’s shirt. DH and I looked at each other and laughed. This had been the most unromantic Valentine’s day ever but we didn’t need to celebrate our love in any other way than to just hold hands and laugh.

Sappy…? Thanks to K’s treat bag and extra strength Tylenol.