Monday, May 13, 2013

Mother's Day

There is a specific Mother's Day that stands in infamy in our family's past.  That year my brother was 9 and I was 10, and my parents had been divorced for almost a whole year by May.  Mom was still adjusting to the whole single mom business, and my brother liked to push the boundaries as much as possible.  That day, he and his friends were going to ride their bikes together to the local mini-mart to buy some candy with their allowance.  This was back in the day when you could still buy candy cigarettes for 5 cents, and you could get a real bounty for just a dollar.  There were 7 neighborhood boys that were all friends and around the same age, and some contingency of those were going together.  They didn't get far.  

One of the boys came bounding up to our house dropping his bike on our lawn and bursting through the front door instead of knocking.  "Hurry Quick, Justin's been hurt!"  Mom flew out the door and either sprinted the 5 blocks to where my brother was, or drove, and quite honestly I have no real memory of how she got there.  There was blood EVERYWHERE and my brother was on the ground clutching his mouth.  

The boys had gotten off their bikes to walk them across the street at a fairly busy corner.  My brother, apparently exhausted from all the bike riding that had already been done that day and anticipating how much they had left, rested his chin on the handlebars of his bike.  When his bike went down off the curb, it bounced back up to smack Justin's chin, forcing his mouth closed and his teeth through his tongue.  Why in the world was his tongue hanging out?  Who knows why 9 year olds do anything anyway?!?!  

In hustle of the emergency panic, mom kept cool long enough to get Justin back to the house and get his mouth rinsed out, so that she could see the wound.  The blood was gushing and Justin was crying, and mom had to figure out what to do.  She didn't want to take him to the Emergency Department at the local hospital because that would be hundreds of dollars and several hours, neither of which she had at that point.  She called her boss, the dentist.  He met them at his office, and stitched my brother's punctured tongue back together.  Justin ate a liquid diet while it healed, and we all had a great laugh later about what a crappy Mother's Day present that was for Mom

My Mother's Day today was not nearly as eventful, and I'm soo happy.  

I got an amazing veggie omelette, fruit cup, and coffee for breakfast.  

Andy went to play golf with his mother and brothers, so I took the girls to a playground in the morning.  We came home for nap time (for both me and Mayzie), and then I took them to our favorite frozen yogurt place.  



Tempting Mother's Day fate, I then took the girls to the Greenway paved bike path so they could burn off some energy. 


They enjoyed riding bikes AND running on the walls of part of the greenway.  


They rode their bikes while I walked from one of the parking areas to this skate park that they always like.  Mayzie was having a blast exploring the ramps and trying her hand at some tricks.  (I am totally serious!)  She kept asking me to help her go up higher, and it was cracking me up. Annika, having crashed a couple of times, turned to running and then climbing the ramps, and mostly just getting in the way of the skateboarders who were doing real tricks. 


We took a break and the girls picked me some flowers in a field.  

When we got back to the spot where our car was parked, Annika enjoyed climbing the sculptures there. 

There was whining.  There were almost accidents.  Girls fell off bikes.  There was forced public urination that may have ended up on one of my hands.  There was bickering.  I may have thought that I had lost Annika at least twice.  

But all in all, it was a lovely Mother's Day with my girls.  I remembered snacks.  I pampered my girls by doing exactly what they wanted to do.  It was brilliant to let them have the lead for a day.  We had so much fun and I didn't let the stress get to me.  I kept my cool, and stayed patient all day.  It was a freaking miracle! 

I hope that all the lovely mother's I know had a day that was filled with as much love as mine was.  

7 comments:

  1. Oh my Lord, your poor mother!! Isn't it just insane how much mouth wounds bleed??!! Nuts! So glad your Mother's Day was easier and calmer! :)-Ashley

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    1. I was a little paranoid to tempt fate, but it worked out nicely.

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  2. Justins accidents is a lot like one alex had. So it was summer before his senior and his birthday I think. But he and some friends where out front of our house at about 12am-1am riding bikes around doing tricks. Alex attempted to do a bunnny hop went face first over handle bars and turned one side of his face into ground beef. (So me as an amazing sis I thought this was cool looking and I got my cam). Later my mom got mad due to his senior pics where coming up. We had to postpone till last day to take them. Even at that point his face was still ground beef looking. They turned his face so you couldnt see it.

    Alex has a thing wherw every odd year of his life he manages to get hurt in some way. One year he hit his head and you could see his skull. It still lives true every odd year. Since he was little.

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    1. Seriously, how old is he now? That is nuts. I'm sure his insurance LOVES him.

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  3. Justins accidents is a lot like one alex had. So it was summer before his senior and his birthday I think. But he and some friends where out front of our house at about 12am-1am riding bikes around doing tricks. Alex attempted to do a bunnny hop went face first over handle bars and turned one side of his face into ground beef. (So me as an amazing sis I thought this was cool looking and I got my cam). Later my mom got mad due to his senior pics where coming up. We had to postpone till last day to take them. Even at that point his face was still ground beef looking. They turned his face so you couldnt see it.

    Alex has a thing wherw every odd year of his life he manages to get hurt in some way. One year he hit his head and you could see his skull. It still lives true every odd year. Since he was little.

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  4. Sounds like a great mother's day!! Glad there was no blood. ;)

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    1. A few scrapes, but nothing serious thank goodness.

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