Friday, May 22, 2009

Erin Blogs: Mom Love

I recently asked Erin if she would be a guest here and write about motherhood. She graciously agreed and requested to do it today, her birthday! What a perfect way to celebrate a birthday: giving tribute to the one who gave you life. If you haven't already, be sure to check out her blog, House on Hill Road, full of beautiful photography and words, and her sewing, knitting, embroiderery, and cooking. Happy Birthday, Erin!


My mother gave me thick hair and blue eyes, fair skin and freckles. She taught me to write my name and how to bake. She made me a reader and lover of books. She passed on her appreciation for collections and started a few of mine. She gave me her sense of colors and taught me how high to hang a picture. She drove me to soccer practices and swim meets and paid for lessons of all sorts. She taught me good table manners just in case I was invited to eat at the White House. She let me have the yellow carpet in my room when she really wanted the green. She bought me the Izod shirts and Tretorn sneakers but would never let me have clogs. She made braided ribbon barrettes for my hair and bought me beads for friendship pins. She always makes sure there is an apple pie on Thanksgiving because it’s my favorite. She took me skiing at age 3 and pretty much every year after that. She drove me to college and didn’t cry until she was on her way home. She kissed my scraped knees and wiped away my tears. She cooked my favorite meal on my birthdays. She bought me my first sewing machine. She still has a sweater I knit her although it is really way too big. She was there when I gave birth to my babies. She trusts my judgment although she sometimes disagrees. She is sensitive and thoughtful, kind and caring, generous and gracious. She is beautiful inside and out. She supports me. She has loved me every day for the last 38 years. And I know it. I always have.

I hope my kids know I feel the same way about them. Because I gave them thick hair, blue eyes and freckles. I correct their spelling and make them hold their pencils correctly. I let them stay up reading because they love their books. I let them crack the eggs and measure the flour. I add to their bottle cap collections. I encourage them to draw and then hang up their drawings. I sit through volleyball practices and watch their swim meets. I tell them to chew with their mouths closed and to put their napkins on their laps. I’m repainting their rooms because they want a change. I let them wear clogs. I have pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving because that is their favorite. I kiss scrapes and wipe away tears, too. I take them skiing. I cried when they left kindergarten, but didn’t let them see me. I go to California Pizza Kitchen and Red Robin on their birthdays because that is what they choose. I rethread the toy sewing machine 15 times in 20 minutes. I keep all their love notes. I want to be there when they have their babies. I respect their differences although I sometimes don’t understand. I have loved them from the moment they were born.

Being a mother is a precious gift. I feel blessed to have learned from the best.

23 comments:

Kristin said...

Beautifully written and ditto. I only hope I can be half the mom mine has been!

pve design said...

Some things money cannot buy nor bottle and one is a Mother's care. Wonderful post and tribute.
Thanks for introducing me to Erin.
pve

annechovie said...

A beautiful post! I can def. relate to the braided ribbon barettes, too! Hadn't thought about those in years!

Kwana said...

Happy birthday Erin! What a beautiful tribute and post.

Debra said...

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Your dear Mother is a cherished mirror-bless you both. Happy Birthday Erin.

Francesca said...

To the family's thick hair, blue eyes and freckes, and to unexplained and respected differences! A touching post.

nicola said...

what a sweet post. happy birthday!
your girls are precious and your post made me tear up after having just had a supportive, emotional phone call with my own mom. we have a tough job, don't we?
and....are you at the ascot horse races in that photo? i used to live in ascot.
nicola
http://whichname.blogspot.com

emily said...

perfect. of course.

Paige said...

Lovely words and thoughts indeed. Happy birthday Erin!

Sarah Jackson said...

Just lovely, Erin. Such a great tribute to motherhood. You are all so beautiful - both inside and out.

xoxo

L~ said...

lovely. thanks for sharing

Grace said...

This is so beautiful, I cried.
Thank you, thank you for sharing such a sweet and personal portrait of motherhood.

Lisa Clarke said...

So very nicely put!

Sarah Jane said...

teary. thanks.

LENORENEVERMORE said...

such a lovely+touching tribute! Fabulous weekend to you & family...

Dawn said...

Lovely Erin!

Beth said...

I certainly got teary reading this lovely post. I love the things that stand out in our memory - the tretorns, braided barrettes, and friendship pins!! As I get back into sewing I hear my mother's voice as I use her machine and all those memories of her patience come back to me. Thanks for the post and happy birthday - your photos here are priceless.

bridgmanpottery said...

erin, you are just slap awesome.
xo

a friend to knit with said...

i loved this. every little bit of this.

Anonymous said...

Well said Erin. Love, Dad

MaryGrace said...

Dear Erin,

When I read your blog, I felt like it was my birthday....You have always been such a gift. What a lovely remembrance . Thank you for all the wonderful things you said about me and our relationship. I am lucky to have you for my daughter and still feel blessed every day. I am grateful that you have such good memories. They made me laugh and cry. It is actually not that easy to type when you are crying. You are right that I really did not like that yellow carpet. I didn't know that I showed it that much. I guess maybe I should have been more open minded about the clogs. Thank you for being my daughter and my friend. I have always been so proud of you. You are a wonderful mother and I feel so very lucky that you are who you are. Jane and Kate are the lucky ones. Thanks for the memories and stay just the person you are.

I love you, Mom

Ani said...

such a sweet, sweet post. i hope my little one has such nice things to say about me in the future!

Ranee said...

So sweet... I cry every time I read this post. Sometimes I hurt my mother heart. Sometimes I did it because I know she still love me after everything I did.
I'm sorry Amma, I love you.
I hope you know it, and I proud to be your daughter.