Mondays With Mom


Hello Friends,

It’s been a long week. I’m sure all of you have had them. With all the changes at my work and Daffodil Days this week, it’s been emotional as well. But I will save that story for another Monday. I know you are all anxious to hear my side of last week’s blog!

If you take note you will see there were some comments. I will refer to them in my answers along with everything else.

1. When I asked my family what they liked about me. The girl’s answers were no surprise to me, neither were my husbands. However, I was surprised by my son’s and touched by my sisters. My son just turned 18 and is a senior in high school. It seems like we are always just banging our heads against each other. I am sure the girls were like this too but somehow the memory of dealing with them doesn’t come to me with the same difficulty I have with understanding Taylor.

This is the same little boy who looked so much like me when he was little he used to say, “I look so much like Mommy because she wished me!” His father used to say he was so much like me that I didn’t need his help creating the child. Today I ask myself, isn’t loving him more than anything, believing in him when no one else does, accepting his quirkish behavior enough? I love this boy so much and sometimes it just doesn’t feel like it is enough. (I love my girls the same way but at their age, they appreciate it and tell me so) It must be true when they say a daughter is a daughter all your life but a son….

One time my sister was having one of those days where the noise of her life and children was overwhelming, and I just said to her…you know, when all else fails, love them. You will never regret it. Just love them. Love them when they are the least lovable. I assume that this is an example of what she talks about in her “liking” of me comment. I’d like to say I didn’t know you felt that way about me but sometimes you get that look on your face and I know I have done it again. Thank you Liz, that means a lot to me. And for the record, you are beautiful in every way.

My husband is such a dear sweet man, and yes honey we do see the world the same way.

2. What don’t they like about me? This one was interesting because two of them concur, two said things that I should know about myself but don’t always. And the third, my son, wouldn’t answer me. He said there was no way he was going to answer that one. Once I told him his sisters answered it he blurted out his answer.

Do I interrupt? Yes, I do. Especially when I feel I am being misunderstood, or I feel strongly about my opinion or excited about my idea. I am sorry you don’t like that about me but I find I only do it with those who I know will love me anyway. I spent many years of my life not speaking up and not believing my thoughts and ideas mattered. And yes, sometimes my brain and mouth go faster than my manners. I will work on not interrupting as much.

My son does not like when I over react. I see where he thinks that I have a tendency to over react. What 18 year old doesn’t see that in his parents? When I over react towards him, it is usually not an overreaction in my opinion. It is something I feel strongly about that he probably doesn’t want to hear because it is true.

I am always right Paige and someday you will be too. Husband, thank you for loving me so much. I am sure plenty of women out there don’t always have the self-esteem that they should. We can be so competitive with each other.

3. Favorite childhood memories…what can I say about those? I have been blessed with such a crazy fun life. And to the person who said they hope their children can say the same kinds of things if you ask them when they are older. They will. All you have to do is love them.

This one has been enlightening and touching. I might do it again. But not for a while. I have something totally different planned for next week. Stay tuned…..





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