Nothin’ but love for da mama!

9 Jul

Hello! I can’t believe we’re into day nine of camp. I’ve been having fun writing these posts, and I hope you’ve been having fun learning a little bit more about me. Today is all about the moms in my life. What have I learned from my own mother? And my favorite part of camp today is what my grandmother’s blog would be called. I literally laughed out loud thinking of possible names for my 91 year old grandmother’s blog.

I know that I have learned so much from my mother, but like so many of these camp posts I’m having a hard time articulating it. I definitely didn’t learn to cook from my mother, she’s so much better than I ever will be. She is an Italian grandmother though, and I’ve never met one of those who couldn’t cook.

I think the most important thing I’ve learned from my mother is the art of being a stay at home mom. I was lucky growing up that I can hardly remember a time that my mom worked outside the home. She took care of me (and my sister who is 10 years older) every single day. We had a delicious dinner on the table each night, even after my dad started doing a lot of traveling and it was sometimes just the two of us. Growing up, my mom was involved in my activities from Girl Scouts to marching band.

There weren’t a lot of gooey words exchanged between the two of us growing up, but I always knew she loved me. I try to make sure that my boys always know how much I love them even if I’m not smothering them with kisses every second of the day.

My mom made staying home with my sister and me look easy and it wasn’t until I had kids of my own that I realized just how hard a job it is. Being a stay at home mom is a sometimes a lonely, thankless job. I’m fortunate enough to have my family close by, my mother was often hundreds and hundreds of miles away from any of her family. She never let it show how difficult it was for her, and I know it was (I’m no angel).

Being a stay at home mom is not as easy as it looks but I had an amazing example set for me growing up.

Now if my grandmother had a blog, which just the thought of is laughable, what would she call it? I think if Nana had a blog it would have to be about her life now that she’s living in my parent’s home. It would be about her adventures at the senior center. It would be about being shuffled from one child’s home to another. But most of all I think it would be about the fun she has driving my mother crazy. So it would be aptly named, My Golden Years As A Button Pusher.

My Golden Years As A Button Pusher would be a daily journal of the things she says and does for the sole purpose of getting a rise out of her daughter (also the only of her children willing to take her in full time). It would definitely be a funny read full of slapstick humor. These things are always funnier from the outside looking in.

See what other campers learned from their mothers, you might have learned the same thing from yours. See you tomorrow campers.