Family is important to me. You should be able to tell because my blog (since 2008) has been about my peeps. The older I get (I'm pushing 34) the more important family becomes to me. I am at my best when I am around those I love.
Last Friday, Dad, aka BoomPa, the kids, and me loaded up for Sebastopol. Yes, it's a town... in Mississippi and I have roots there. Sebastopol is in the east-central part of the state, and my dad was born and raised there. It was family reunion time...Anthony style. (Anthony would be my maiden name for anyone who might be confused).
A little bit of history for those of you.... My dad graduated high school in 1969, went to junior college for 2 years, and to Ole Miss for 3 years. My mom graduated high school in 1971 and went straight to Ole Miss. Some years later the small town Sebastopol boy met the big city Jackson girl and well, the rest is history. Honestly, you have taken two people from very different backgrounds and tied them together.
So, dad and I, along with the kids set out early (Fancy got there at night) for some family time. Ken and his crew came and the noise level went up a lot of notches. Those 6 cousins have a large time together. One of my uncles had his antique car and the kids have fun riding in it.
We all went to the steak house to eat Friday night.
So, I was watching a commercial on PBS when I was walking through the living room. It said something about summer break can put a child up to two months behind in school if they don't stay actively engaged. In true Jill fashion I panicked. Bitty already isn't into the learning thing and I need him to step it up. I grabbed the ABC flashcards and we painfully went over those. I saw some regression. Then we practiced his name and I made him do puzzles. Lord give me patience!
Bitty organized my bathroom stuff.
It's as hot as blazes in Mississippi. If we aren't inside I want to be at the pool. Today we went after lunch. When did we go? After lunch! My kids think I am an ATM machine and needed 75 snacks each. Look at those two eyeing his nachos.
Y'all, moms of small children, I found a good website on Facebook- Southern Frills Boutique. Check it out. Cute cute cute cheap kids clothes!! (No that dress didn't come from there... it's a Wal-Mart special).
The boys love to go "check on Gran". I love that they still think about her. I know her memory will fade little by little over time and it's painful to think about. July 5 she will have been gone 6 months. That's half a year. It's crazy to think that it's been that long. I think of ALL she's missed. I promise I want to call her numerous times a day. It was much harder that first month not to call. It's not like I have anything important to say... just small talk. Like today I would have called to tell her about the awesome website "Southern Frills Boutique" that I found and what I ordered for Annie. She would have been just as excited as me.
I was definitely a "momma's girl" which the way I spell "momma" drove her crazy. She said I needed to spell it "mama". Since she's been gone Dad and I and Ken and I have become much closer. I was close to Dad, but we're lots closer now. I wouldn't say Ken and I were ever super close growing up, but her sickness and death have brought us closer for sure. I feel like Dad knows me and my children so much better now. For over two years he was taking care of mom and they rarely came down here. He visits often now and knows their schedules, likes and dislikes.
Soon we will have our annual family vacation except mom won't be there. She won't be in the beach picture. She won't be in on the memories, the jokes, the dinners, the meals, the cuddles, and much more. She will miss my birthday. For some reason her missing my birthday hurts. People say that time makes things easier or better, and I hope they're right. The hurt won't ever go away. I'll never stop missing her. I still have and will continue to have the nights that I cry myself to sleep. It's just truly unbelievable that she's gone and I won't see her until I go to Heaven.
I didn't mean for this to end on a sad note. I don't want my blogs to all be about my feelings toward mom, but some will be because writing things makes me feel better.