The world's most beautiful woman.

Monday, May 12, 2014

I'm not doing very well at this "Blog Every Day in May" challenge am I? 

Well. That. So anyway.

Today is my Mami's birthday. The picture above is one of my favorites because I feel like I actually "get it" now that I'm a mom. I used to think, "Well, that's a shame. I'm not even looking at the camera. That stinks..."

Now when I see it I see my (totally babe-a-licious) mom looking so calm. She looks so peaceful. Like she's actually enjoying the sounds of the beach. Man, I really was a greattttt kid wasn't I??? To let know...enjoy the beach. 

Dear kids. Take note. The beach is for listening to the calm sounds of the water. Not for sand eating, or dipping your pretzels in the water or for complaining about sand in your sandals...because, well, this IS the beach. Sand is going to get everywhere you don't want it to. And no, I'm not unstrapping your shoes and shaking all the sand out ten times on our way back to the car. 

(Total side note. S hates leaving the beach. Hates leaving most places. Does "....okay, that's it! I'm leaving you behind," really work for anyone? More importantly, have you ever left your child behind? Just some thoughts.)

Anyway. I like that in this picture, it looks like I'm thisclose to just taking off. This could totally be me and my kids in this picture. And that's why I like it so much. Because it's not perfectly staged, but it's perfectly honest. Motherhood isn't perfect. 

I remember when I was very young, I knew for a fact that my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Just like I knew that Cool Whip tasted best right out of the tub ( the way.) Just like I knew you must always run through the smallest sized kids when playing Red Rover. All of these things were truths to me. I remember wondering why my mom didn't wear a crown. (Because I guess in my mind being the most beautiful person in all the land deserved a crown. At least.) I specifically remember catching the news one night, and a report came on about some person named Madonna, and they went on and on about how beautiful she was. I remember being genuinely confused as to why my mom hadn't been interviewed because clearly they were wrong, and SHE was the most beautiful. I learned in later years that as it turns out....billions of people had NO clue who she was. 

But, she will always be beautiful to me. 

Happy birthday, Mami. 
Guess what? I love you. 

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