She straightened up her act in a hurry. I was born. She finished high school, in spite of many obstacles placed in her way by an administration that thought new moms had no place in their high school. She and my dad got married. She and I moved out of my grandparents house. My mom, dad, and I moved a few times. My favorite game was standing on our brown and yellow couch, jumping high in the air, and landing on my knees on the hardwood floor. My brother was born. She had an in-home daycare so she could be home with us, but still earn money. As we got older and went to school, I remember her working at a chiropractor's office. My parents divorced. We moved a few more times. My mom got a job at United Way in St. Cloud, then at the College of St. Benedict. She started working on her degree when I was around middle-school age. She graduated from college while raising two kids and working full time.
|the kids obviously get their good looks from yours truly|
|awww. Sending love to my dad and mom|
|a new baby brother and neither of us look too sure about the whole thing|
|Happy Halloween from the clown|
|I liked perms|
Apparently my mom doesn't give one crap about how the cards are stacked. She's going to reshuffle. She's going to come to a dead end and make her own road, a closed door and pull out her axe to bust it open. But she's going to do it with humor, killer music, flawless hair (although she loves to be reminded of her mullet days), raucous laughter, generosity, pasta, wine, bread, okay, carbs in general, and love.
|the laugh, including the knee slap, the face we make, and the disbelief that others might |
not find us as hilarious as we find ourselves are identical
|rocking modern, black furniture since way before it was cool|
But at the end of the day, when all is said and done, there is love, acceptance, and support. No matter how deep my hole is, my mom will lean over, extend an arm, and help me start the climb back up.
I didn't understand the depth of love, the depth of pain felt on someone else's behalf, the depth of awe at another person's accomplishments until I held Isaac, then Audrey, then Elliot, then Asher. I cannot begin to express how fortunate I am to have had Kellie as my mom, how fortunate my kids are that she is my mama role model, even with the cards stacked against her and against me, too.
|since having these four, I get it.|
|please let them remember these moments|
|please let these moments outnumber the angry, poorly handled moments|
|Mom, Cory, and I in my post-birthing Asher stupor. It's a good look on me, right?|
|Celebrating my mom's birthday, December 2014. |
Our sense of style is clearly not identical!