Nothing like starting a post on Mother’s Day, deciding to use a photo of your mother, and realizing… the resemblance is a bit intense.
Gee, thanks, mom. I still see a lot of my father in my face, but wow… I had a whole moment when I added an old photo of mom as my feature photo.
In her photo, she is only 1 year older than I will be at the end of this month.
I love personal blogging because I can be as disjointed in thought as I want. I can span all topics or one. I am not here to please anyone but myself.
Today is one of those days. I am not feeling well; it feels like a potential kidney stone or kidney infection—without a fever, though. I am nauseous. I’ve noticed some signs of blood.
Just under the weather.
I messaged my doctor and will probably hear from her tomorrow. My ER isn’t very good, and I avoid it when possible. I would need a bigger hospital if I were to get scans, anyway. I don’t really want to go just to get transferred further away.
Right now, I am resting and getting plenty of fluids.
It isn’t just Mother’s Day in my household.
Today is also my boyfriend’s 56th birthday!
I am so grateful for him. He is the crazy I can live with, lol. Honestly, he is stable and smart. I love him with all of my heart. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend my life with.
He is also 15 years and 15 days older than me. 😂
In 15 days, on the 25th, I will turn 41.
The number 5 has been my lifelong lucky number. My daughter has the lucky number 8 herself. Mine is 5 for my birthdate—5/25/85. My daughter has 8 for day, time, and weight at her birth. She sticks to it, too.
She never questioned that 8 was her number, and she continues our lucky-number tradition. Just as she continues it in our fortune cookies when we get Chinese food. The fortune with your lucky number in their list of “lucky numbers” is the one most meant for you.
I started that one when she was little to make the cookie at the end of our meal a little more fun.
Now, let’s circle back. The handsome man I live with, who further exemplifies my lucky number. He is 56, and we’re going to dinner tonight. His son and his family are coming, too. It will be a great time.
He was worried his son wouldn’t want to go. Thankfully, he was planning on it. It will be fun. My boyfriend lives for those little moments. He is one of those unicorn dads that single women hear about but cannot find. I apparently lifted the right rock to find a man who is just as dedicated to parenthood as I am.
I admire that about him.
(This is not intended as a jab to parents of any kind… if you spend a moment on the market, you’ll learn how hard it is to find someone who matches your parenting styles and behaviors. Everyone is different, and I struggled to find men with my parenting style.)
My daughter tells people that he is her dad, and we are her parents. She doesn’t separate him as “mom’s boyfriend” when she talks about us. That is a level of respect that is hard to earn in any relationship. The fact that he earned that consideration in my daughter’s heart says a lot about him and how he presents to his children and mine.
He entered our lives when she was 14, and she is now 21. He wasn’t around her entire life, but he earned her respect.
Honestly, based on their similar personalities, I’d almost swear he was her bio-dad. I know better, though. 🤣
Let’s talk Mother’s Day and moms!
Of course, we have the beautiful young woman who made me a mother over 21 years ago! I cannot believe how much time has passed. She grew into a beautiful young woman with a steady head on her shoulders. She is smart, kind, and hardworking. She isn’t afraid to work to pay her bills and is flourishing with her lovely boyfriend.
He is a wonderful young man that I affectionately call my son-in-law, although they are not married. He is a great person, and such a healthy relationship for her.
I am insanely proud of her, honestly.
I will see my lovely young lady later this month, as she will come down for my birthday. We have a great relationship, and I am so grateful!
I never had a great relationship with my parents. I was afraid, having no good examples to draw from, that I would fail to change that with my child.
I certainly did not fail. As a matter of fact, I did more right than I tend to believe. I wasn’t perfect, but she blossomed, as did our bond.
I woke up to a “Happy Mother’s Day” text from her, actually.
As I said, I wasn’t perfect, but I did more right than I realized.
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