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Happy Birthday Mom!

Instead of writing about my stories, I'm going to write about my mom.

Mom and Cash

Today is my mom's birthday.  Yes, she was a December baby and so am I, we are 30 years and 2 days apart.  I was a bleated birthday present.

There are so many things I have learned from my mom.

When I was little she gave me the love of learning.  Since my mom was a librarian she loved books and learning new things.  We were always making trips to the Mukilteo Library to check out books.  My mom loved to read to me and even taught me how to read.  Over the years reading and learning new things has been a constant in my life.  I still love to go to the library and check out a stack of books.  I am doing my best to pass this on to my children.

As I grew older she helped me find my creativity.  There were always lots of crayons and paper to color with and fabric to hide under.  We would decorate cardboard boxes and she would make me cute outfits.  She's taught me basic cooking and sewing skills, how to do my own laundry and let me bake cookies.

As a teenager she encouraged me to try new things.  I played tennis in high school, joined 4-H with Cash and started college at 16.

My mom has always been my biggest fan.  She is aways encouraging, listening, helping, saving, and laughing with me.  One of the most amazing things she did was become a life coach.  During all of her classes and certification my sister and I were her guinea pigs.  Sometimes I think that God called her to do that just for me.

While she was studying and practicing on us, I was feeling lost.  I had graduated from college and felt lost.  I didn't want to use my degree, I wasn't sure if I should study something else or just surrender to a boring job.  My mom keep encouraging me and giving me assessments.  She practiced DISC on me and had me take a bunch of other assessments.

One of the assessments I took said that my greatest skill was creativity.  I was shocked, I didn't feel creative, and I couldn't draw.  How could I be creative if I couldn't draw?

My mom helped me find the creativity I had had as a child but lost.  She gave me examples of my creativity and it was like a light turned on.  I was creative, I could be more than a boring office worker.

I was off and running.  I went back to school for design and photography.  I had found my lost creativity and was so happy.  I continue to find creative outlets for my creativity.  Currently, I've gotten back into sewing and graphic design.


My mom has also been a great role model as I raise my own children.  She raised us with respect, she always listened to our opinons and validated us.  My hope is to do the same with my children.

She is also an amazing grandmother.  Samuel loves to go to the library with his Me-Maw and do craft projects with her too.  Charlotte is slowly discovering that grandma likes to give lots of cuddles.

Mom and Samuel

Mom and Charlotte


So Happy Birthday Mom and thanks for everything you've taught me and continue to teach me.

I love you!

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  1. Thank you sweet darling! You are a gift that keeps on giving. You came one December day and graced our lives with a new title--parents! We adore you and your precious family. I am so thrilled to see you loving your role as wife and mother. You are my hero! Love, Mom

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