Today is my mom's birthday! I was thinking a lot about her today, of course, and even got to Skype with her for a few minutes, which was awesome and much needed. She was 28 when I was born, which means by the time she was my age she was dealing with 13 year old me (and brother and sister were 17 and 20). I can't really imagine have a 13 year old, let along a 17 and 20 year olds. I was also thinking about all of the stress I must have put her through even before I got to be a moody, angsty, annoying 13 year old. For instance, before I was 5 or 6 I had: a giant sliver in my foot that had to be removed by a doctor. A pencil lead in my knee that had to be removed by a doctor and required stitches. I split my chin open on the
side of the pool and had to get stitches. Then when that was barely heeled I jumped up at the pharmacy counter to try and see and split my chin open again (no stitches that time!). I laid my arm on the
wood stove (still have the scar). Fell on the sidewalk at school and tore a giant chunk out of my knee (same knee as the pencil lead!). My forehead had an encounter with a nail and I freaked her out completely when I came in with my hand over my eye and blood everywhere and she thought I'd poked my eye out. I somehow got my ankle bone caught in the spokes of my brother's bike while we were riding it (there was much blood and a very nice lady who came out to sit with me). I cracked my collar bone somersaulting over someone's foot (I went through a phase where I preferred to somersault rather than walk). I got glasses around 2nd grade, which is fairly normal, but then started needing a new prescription every 6 months, so ended up on daily atropine drops and had to have bifocals in 5th grade. My freshman year I broke my wrist during volleyball practice. My Junior year I ended up in the ER with a bruised sternum. My senior year I somehow managed to dump boiling water on my wrist (same one I broke [still have that scar, too]). I was an expensive and stressful kid and my mom was my primary care giver. Can I just take the opportunity to say I'm terribly sorry? It's not nearly enough, not even a tiny percentage of a fraction of enough, but here are some shoes to say thank you (they all have hearts on them for love):
Look at these fun colors! I wouldn't generally wear heart-themed shoes, but these are cute. And Zazzle, not surprisingly.
I just now noticed the broken hearts on this. Probably appropriate as I'm sure I broke my mom's heart on more than one occasion.
I love baby shoes. And conversation hearts. True story.
Yay for some green, which is Mom's favorite color!
Adorable. The PB needs a pair. AND my mom can knit, unlike me, so she could totally make these. Not that I will ask her because it's her birthday and she's done enough for me already.
Love you, Mom!
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Thank you for the lovely words and the heart shoes. You weren't any more stress inducing than any of my other kids. We did seem to spend a lot of time with medical personnel though. Love you to the pond and back!
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