GottaLoveMom

When moms, especially new-moms, take on more than they can handle… Exhaustion – can this be the cause of unhappiness? Exhaustion – can this be the cause of sarcasm? Exhaustion – can this tear all the love one has for another? Everyone looks and sees you’re happy; Everyone believes you’ve got everything; Everyone wants to be what you are but you don’t think so. Exhaustion – can this be the cause of unhappiness? Exhaustion – can this be the cause of sarcasm? Exhaustion – can this tear all the love one has for another? Everyone looks and sees you’re happy; Everyone believes you’ve got everything; Everyone wants to be what you are but you don’t think so. There’s sadness in your eyes, There’s emptiness in your heart, There’s not one sweet smile. You feel “taken for granted”, You feel overwhelmed, You feel a whole lot is on your shoulders… So what can it be that you long for? You want to be loved? You want to be pampered? You want to be the inspiration? You w...

You can tell so much about her from those images. Her smile and the happiness of everyone around her, tell the story of a special and wonderful person. The loss of a family member is always terrible, but the loss of Trixie, who was so young, so full of happiness, youth, and hope is too terrible for words. One way to cope with the loss, to make some sense of the tragedy of it, is to honor her memory. To honor those aspects of Trixie that made the world a better place for us and everyone she knew. She was brave, fun, happy, and full of love. She loved music, she loved talking, she loved her friends, and she especially loved her family – her brother Vino, Mico, her parents, her grandparents, her cousins, and her aunts and uncles. We will never forget Trixie. I believe when we think of her, it will always make us smile as well as sad. Trixie, we will miss you. You will always be in our hearts. The happiness and joy that are reflected in your smile will always be imprinted in ou...

Why is it so hard for a mother to let go of her daughter? Going away to college for the first time is such an emotional experience not only for the student, but also for the mother. --- 18 years I worked hard for you to unconditionally love me; To accept my flaws and to never stop caring for me; But I guess part of being a mom is for her daughter to nitpick … Anyway, I won’t stop trying…because I love you no matter what! I made sure you’re happy, but sometimes you’re so distant; Maybe it’s the way I listen, Maybe it’s the way you communicate, Anyway, I won’t stop trying…because I love you no matter what! I tried to take you to places that make you smile; I tried to buy you bits and pieces before I buy mine; I tried to teach you but I guess I ended up nagging. Anyway, I won’t stop trying…because I love you no matter what! You’re going to be away from me – first time ever; You’re going to be on your own – and I hope you have fun; You’re going to experience different e...

Last night, my boys and I all felt that we had a perfect week in Vermont but it is time to head back home. The boys skied for five days and we are all ready to say “so-long ” to our winter get-away. The weather is sunny and it’s in the 40’s and tonight is Daylight Savings time – a sign that’s spring is on its way! Our winter getaway is a sign that warm weather is near. Yesterday morning, I wished my 17-year old , “Don’t break any bones, be careful!” – a comment that made both my teens wide-eyed and screamed, “ Oh no, mom! You just jinxed it!” And sure enough, later that day, my 13-year old was giving me an account on how his older brother snowboarded off the trail and didn’t realize that he was at the edge and then fell five feet down - their words, "he died!" Of course he didn’t die but then he said that I should have never said those words. I tried to defend myself and said, “Isn’t that the same as saying don’t break your leg to Jon every time he’s about to per...

My over-achiever 13-year old , J2, this morning complained, “Mom, why are you picking on me?” I so authoritatively replied, “What do you mean? I just want you to brush your hair.” My 17-year old questioning my authority remarked, “But mom, we’ll just be in a car for seven hours!” ( I’m glad that the brothers are sticking up for each other and I can see J2 nodding his head approving with what his older brother said) I then gave them both a stern look and said, “I want him to brush his hair. Period!” J2 then brushed his hair and asked me, “Why aren’t you asking him or J3?” Well, you see I already brushed J3 ‘s hair, my 8-year old. And my 17-year old wears a hat and his hair didn’t look like it needed to be brushed. (When we stopped at Burger King to get a bite to eat, J2 smiled and asked me if his hair looks fine – I just smiled at him.) To back-track, we were all getting ready for our seven-hour drive. He just woke up and has a very “bad” hair day On another incident,...