Browsing the blog archives for August, 2012.

My Mom


On Mother’s Day (which was a rather long time ago now) I found myself almost feeling guilty for being so sad about Duane’s mom and lacking ability to celebrate my mom.  I chose to give myself grace that day to grieve the lost one and celebrate the living one later.

I’m really bad at giving people gifts or cards, or remembering birthdays, special days, etc.  But my mom actually got a Mother’s day gift this year.  (A month late.  On Father’s day.  The Father has yet to get a gift.  The jury is still out on wether he will or not.)  Thankfully this overlooking special days thing is inherited. . . from my mom. . . so she forgives easily.

So to celebrate my mom this day (not mother’s day, but I think she’s worth celebrating any day of the year), I thought it would be fun to ponder on some of the ways I’m like my mom, and some of the ways I’m different.

So our sameness traits:

1.  We’re both bad with giving cards/gifts (already mentioned).
2.  I inherited her crazy out-of-control laugh – that only happens on rare occasions, but is way more fun when we’re together.
3.  We both are third-borns.   We married youngest borns.  Who were six years behind (extra youngest born traits).
4.   She passed on her love of books which I at one time hated – not books in general but her obsession that overwhelmed our house with them.  I’m obsessed now too.
5.  She always had compassion on the under-dog.  Though I’ve overlooked the “beaten down” way too many times, I do believe she passed on a bit of that compassion to me.

Some of our differentness traits:

1.  She’s a home-body.  I love to travel.
2.  She has a green thumb.  I kill green things.
3.   I like email.  She. . . not so much.
4.  I love to “scale” mountains.  She comes kicking and screaming.
5.   She is soft-spoken.  I tend to be loud-spoken.

Meet mom.

No, this is not our "out-of-control" laugh. This is our "we are composed mature ladies" laugh.


And since that picture is an oldie, like four years oldie, here’s a more current one with the little brother.  (note to self:  take current picture with mom)

Happy celebrating you day, mom.  :)  I remembered.  Just a little bit late.


10 Years


It’s a 10 year anniversary today and most of us didn’t remember.  She would have remembered.  She who carried him as a baby, birthed him, trained him, cared for him, loved him like crazy.  She would have remembered.

Even the wife didn’t remember, but we will give her grace, because she wasn’t a part of his life then.

It was one of those moments in life that become a “before event” and “after event”.  I know him only in the after.

Today is a day of celebration.  Duane has been granted another ten years of life when statistics said otherwise.  Today, I value life like crazy.

Grateful to God who writes our stories in ways that seem unimaginable.  He’s not bound by statistics.

Grateful for the five years of the ten that I’ve had with Duane.  And so grateful for the family and doctors and nurses who fought for him during that “event”.