Many of my blogger friends have been writing about empty nest syndrome the last few weeks. Been there, cried it out, they all came back at several points (breakups, job losses) and back there again. I am definitely going to date myself here…but my (okay, Mark had
something a lot to do with her, too ) baby has a birthday tomorrow. Though she is completely grown, and has a beautiful little baby of her own, she will always be our baby, too.
We were married really young (just babies ourselves) and I had our second son one day before I turned 22. I am not going to lie– those early years were tough as hell. We both worked jobs that paid to little, and I took college classes when I could, but there were lots of issues– which is a whole different blog post and fodder for some parts of my in-progress novel. On again, off again, huge fights over so many things and real uncertainty about whether we could make it together– even though there was no doubt we really loved each other. I made the difficult decision during my second pregnancy to have my tubes tied; our future was just too unclear at that point.
Son #2, Michael, now nicknamed Meekey by his younger nieces, was supposed to be Michelle– the ultrasounds were nothing like they are today 30 years ago! No matter–I fell in love all over again when they handed him to me and he was the most perfect and beautiful little baby I have ever seen. I gave away all those little dresses and frilly pink things– figured I was supposed to be Mom to two gorgeous curly-haired blond boys, and I was good with that.
But, that is not the end of the story. Thirty years later, Mark and I are still together– and Christina is our miracle child, born 15 months after I had my tubes tied! Apparently, (insert deity of your own belief here) or nature had different plans for us!
Of all of our three “kids”, I have to say Christina is really a combination of the best traits from the two of us. She is independent, smart, loyal, and she loves her family and her little girl more than life itself (like her Momma) but she is stubborn and takes no crap from anybody (she can thank her Daddy for that!) Our daughter is beautiful, with gorgeous blue eyes and blond hair (from me!) but has her Daddy’s looong legs. Genetics are pretty amazing!
Today, we are celebrating “Mommy Happy Day” as our two-year-old granddaughter, Emma says– with a potluck party. There is shredded barbecued chicken simmering in the crockpot, and there will be pumpkin rice pudding, Emma’s Daddy’s amazing homemade jambalaya, and lots of treats, family, friends and love.
At Christina’s request, (she’s only slightly addicted to Pinterest!) I put the bottle of Crown Royal that’s been languishing in my refrigerator to use and baked a batch of Crown Royal cookies. These cookies are awesome, and nothing like I expected— just a hint of the Crown in them, and really good. I added about a fourth of a cup of flour to the recipe to keep them from spreading so much, and they came out nice. I even managed to take a halfway decent picture of them with my phone. The biggest problem is that I was a little tipsy by 10 am! Should make this afternoon birthday party quite interesting, for sure.
Watching our Cleveland Browns wallop the Baltimore Ravens now!
Then off to celebrate Mommy Happy Day. Happy birthday to our baby girl– who finally knows how much her Mommy and Daddy love her and her brothers
Hope everyone has an awesome Sunday and a great week!
Visit some of my friends, too Witty, warm and wonderful, all of them!