This year, I would like to honor the unsung heroes of Mother’s Day. You know, the Mom’s who don’t have to be our mom. My own mother is a wonderful and sometimes frustrating woman. Don’t get me wrong, I bought her a present and think she is awesome. But who I want to mention is my ‘adopted’ mom. She is the actual mother of my best friend and she has changed my life in a thousand different ways. If I need something, be it a hug or money or dinner, she is always there for me. She calls to see if I am okay if I call off sick from work. She doesn’t have to do any of these things. Since I am just the annoying and speed-talking friend of her daughter, she doesn’t have to do anything more than roll her eyes. She chose to take me under her wing… buying gifts for my children, taking care of them and doing something no one else does, taking care of me. She is a truly exceptional woman. On my birthday (that my bio mom consistently forgets) she makes me The Cake. It is German chocolate, made from scratch. On my bed is a quilt that she made for me.
When making my quilt, she used my personality to determine what fabrics she used. One side is stars of all shapes and sizes. It has constellations, giant hand embroidered suns and moons, tiny sparkling stars all beautifully entwined to make one lovely design. The other side? Blue flannel. Soft and warm and safe. When my ex husband saw it on a visitation of my kids, he asked how that was my personality. I said one part of me is bright and out there and fascinated by space and bold… the other just wants warm fuzzy homey-ness. He shook his head and said she didn’t know me very well…
I smiled. It wasn’t her that didn’t know me well.
So it is my ‘adopted Mom,’ Joan, that I wanted to write this blog about. Because she doesn’t have to love me…
But she does a darn good job of it.
I attached a picture of Ma and my beautiful birthday quilt.
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gamistress66
13 years agomy “2nd mom” when I was little was the old women who lived across from us when I was young a would often babysit me when my parents worked or went out. Lots of times I’d just go over to visit for a while. She always had slarlight mints, a hug & kind words for me. She taught me to play solitaire and how to heat a can of chicken noodle soup, amoung other things. She also made a quilt for me when I was young. A ring of lovely yellow roses (my fave rose) and added my name in the corner so it was always clear who’s it was. The quilt still holds a special place on the guest bed (use to use it on my mine but didn’t want to risk the dog to messing it up) as does she in my heart and memories. It was a sad day when I was told of her passing and unable to return to town to pay my last respects to her. But I’m glad to know that even after I grew up, I would still stop and say hi and make her happy as she had often done for me.
Kimberly
13 years agoI love this quilt! What a special way of wrapping you up in her love when she’s unable to be there:)
Melissa
13 years agoLovely quilt!!
Yadira A.
13 years agoThat quilt is lovely! What a great ‘adopted’ mom you have!
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