I love my mom

Here’s a link to an interview my mom did with Mama Bear. I had one up too, it’s still there. Please don’t criticize my mom. She has never done anything wrong. Abuse? HA. I never wanted for anything. She’s been my best friend, my accomplice, my partner in crime, and my mom, of course.


My mom grew up with 2 sisters in a loving family with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma was a stay at home mom, while Grandpa worked at GM to support the family, and support it he did. My aunts and mom never wanted for anything, either, and Grandpa never laid a hand on those girls, or Grandma. He was a gentleman, through and through, and loved Grandma with everything in him, and still left room to love his daughters fiercely and when his grandchildren were born, he loved them too, and included his new son-in-laws.


Grandma and Grandpa always supported his daughters. He was always with Grandma, who he called “Mom”. He gave her the world. She did a lot of knitting, sewing, any craft, really. She was an intelligent woman and could make anything. My mom picked up a lot of that and is a very creative woman. You should see some of the things she’s done for first attempts, on a whim. “I should make a cake shaped like a purse for cousin-Wee on her birthday”. Then she does it, and it looks professional.


My moms was MUCH nicer.

My mom doesn’t give up. Once she made a carrot cake for dessert, and dropped it. So she made another one, because she knows we love carrot cake. We gave the broke one to the horses at the barn! When I was a kid, being bullied at school, she did everything to stop it. The school didn’t listen. So she’d drive me to school before work every day. She didn’t start working out of the house until I was old enough to take care of my brother and I after school. She did sewing work until I was 12, freelance, for companies. She believed in being there for her kids, and growing up at home with them. My dad worked full time and we saw him at family supper, which was usually around the table, and when we got older, we’d eat on TV trays.


Everyone and every animal at the barn loved the carrot cake.

Out of the second she made and iced, she gave me 1/3 to take to the barn because I had fallen off and owed baked goods. They decided they she’s official baker now.

She taught me a lot. She pushed me to excel without stressing me. She’d help me with homework until it was beyond her. She taught me how to sew, knit, cross stitch. My earliest craft was cross-stitching on those big plastic canvases. We’d always go to Mary Maxim with grandma, every year, for the big sales, and Grandma would knit us a new sweater (we always kept them) and we’d get craft supplies. We still go. My mom would get something to do, and I’d get a kiddy kit. I would make bracelets, or cross stitch, or paint by numbers.


Everyone has one. Mine were just cooler, with Mario, horses and more. Still have them! 😛

Grandpa was a talented, patient man. You know those matchstick structures? We’d get him one every Christmas. He’d make amazing ones.. trains, the CN tower, all sorts of things. My parents have all of them around the house. He did complex paint by numbers that would boggle most peoples minds. A trip to grandma and grandpas was always SUCH a treat. When my mom was training on computers to go back to school, we got to stay with grandma and grandpa, and even walk their dog!


My parents decorated their house with my grandpa’s creations.

He has made a lot of what’s in that pic. I’ve tried my hand, so has my dad.

They’re HARD and require a LOT of patience. This shows how patient Grandpa was! Amazingly patient. WOW. He made over 10 of those things.

My mom supported my horseback riding, even though she was scared of horses. Fortunately, my dad was with me the first time I fell off. She would have panicked. She’s seen me fall a few times, and seen how the instructors handle it, so she’s okay now. She’s seen me through major injuries, and had a few panics. When I broke my jaw on a therapy pony I was training, she said they better get rid of that pony, if he was throwing an A-circuit rider, he could kill a disabled child. They listened. They got rid of the pony, GOOD. Good for her for saying that. Because it was true.


I’ve fallen off a thousand times.

This is sorta what happened, except the jump was wood, I hit it with my face.

Fortunately I was wearing a helmet. I broke the left side of my jaw, and chin.

With mental illness, she took me to my doctor, not involuntary, and kept the self injury up to me to confess. I was 14. So, I was protected by consent laws and she didn’t have to be in the room, but I kept her there. I was then put on Paxil, and after a few years, Effexor and a few other antidepressants. We tried  a naturopath, when I had the insurance. After a few visits, we decided it was a load of crap.


The day after my 16th birthday party, I was still 15, she took me to learn to drive in a parking lot. I later, lots of years later (like, this year) told her I was hungover. She laughed, because my friends mom had been chaperoning (it was a triple party, my friends birthdays were the 28th and 29th, I was the 30th) On my birthday, I got my G1, first license in the graduated system. When she hit jackpot at the casino, she bought me my first car and gave me some $100 bills! She had plenty left for myself. It was her first time at the casino. She spent less than $10 before the bells rang! Then she left. 🙂


When I was 15, I had my first part time job. She’d drive me in for midnight, pick me up before work at 8am. Or if I started at 8pm and got off at 4am, she’d drive. So I didn’t have to deal with scary people on Clifton Hill, or call for a security escort, she’d come right to the building. At 4am, on a busy night. She made sure I got safely to and from work. I worked until I was pu on disability and on and off. I have always paid my car insurance. I have always had a car, she thinks that is important in independence. She has taught me independence.


My first car, 1989 Plymouth Acclaim. Except mine wasn’t in that good of shape.

The brakes failed after 3 weeks. The mechanic didn’t fix them, they failed again.

The rad exploded. So I got a 4 banger Mustang, in the winter.


It was sweet, except it handled like crap in a Canadian winter.

So Grandpa gave me his 1993 Oldsmobile Cutlass, when he bought a new car for him and Grandma.


Mine was in better shape than that.

It was an AMAZING car. I drove it until the body fell off.

They stopped making them because they just do not break.

Mine never saw a mechanic.

My first hospitalization scared her. My second angered her, because she was so scared when I wasn’t at work and my car was at home, and I hadn’t called. The hospital said they wouldn’t take care of it. They didn’t. My BF at the time went over with coffee and talked to her. She came in, cooled down. She’s never been really angry with me. She’s been pissed off, but has never held a grudge.


I hate disappointing her. On grad day, I wore a dress she picked out (I liked it, wasn’t my first choice, but it was hers) and the damn heels she picked out, that I could barely walk in. 2012 Grad. She was so proud, she even bought the schools super expensive roses for me. It was her day to be proud of me. She helped me financially, so did Grandma and Grandpa, may they rest in peace, together forever, and I wanted it to be special for her. Don’t tell that dress itched like hell, and those heels were almost impossible to walk in LOL. They took me out for supper after, I had people over swimming.


My grad dress. Couldn’t do much with my hair, coz it was so short.

My mom picked the dress, it is pretty, but it was uncomfortable. It matches my eyes well.

It was 2nd or 3rd in my pile of about 8 dresses! I took her opinion, though, and went with it.

I wanted the day to be special for her, too.

I love my mom. She has helped me in so many ways. She’s been my best friend, an accomplice, and most important, my mother. She’s never not been there for me. She’s always been by my side. She pushed me to get through college, following my instructions of “Don’t let me ever think of quitting”. She stuck by me. She’s supported me through MI, stepping up to that bat when needed.


She’s helped me financially, she’s helped me in every way possible. She gives me little gifts, she’ll help me set things up, she helped me move, she helps my friends out, she’s just damn cool (as said by all my friends!), she’s intelligent as hell, she has so many talents and strengths, she can deal with anything, and she will stand up for me if I need it.


I couldn’t have asked for a better mom.

I’ll never be as great a person as she, but I can try.


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