Sunday, November 25, 2007

A birthday tribute

If you were to read my journal from fourth grade, you would see that every other entry, at least, mentions my Mom Mom.

"Spent the night at Mom Mom's house," I wrote.

"I can't wait to go to Mom Mom's house tomorrow."

The entries continue much like that through the whole year.

To explain what this woman has meant to me is very hard to put into words.

She is the sun.
She is the moon.
She is the stars.

Today, she celebrates her 75th birthday.

My grandmother -- and grandfather -- have helped make me who I am. We lived with them for a few years after my parents' divorce. Beyond that, they whisked me away every summer for several years for two weeks of road trips and camping across the east and south coasts.

Because of them I saw states like Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, Texas and all of New England. I even bartered for goods in Mexico with them. They've taken me to see mountains, the coast, the South of the Border and to Lake Champlain, where I learned about Champ, the mythical aquatic monster that supposedly lives there.

But, my grandmother gave me the world at home, too. She played dress up with me. Serious dress up, too. She kindly let me put make-up on her, too. She went all out for tea parties with nasty fruit cake that no one wanted and all of my dolls and stuffed animals.

Jadyn and Liana are already starting to get her. She's easy to get. She still has the gumption to pick them up when they ask, carry them to the window to peek outside when they ask, to play games with them.

She, who lives roughly 65 miles away, sees them less than she'd like, but they know her.

I realize I am lucky, to have a grandmother in my life and for her to be so special. I am even luckier to see my daughters learn to love her as much as I do.

I am sorry that this blog post may make her cry on her birthday. It's bringing me to tears to write it. But, all of this needed to be said. In fact, I could write three days' of posts just about her.

Funny, I didn't even know how young she turns today until I asked my Mom. To me, she will always be ageless, cracking jokes and answering questions with, "I don't think that's any of your business." She will always be the Mom Mom who got up early and stood in line to buy me one of the very first Cabbage Patch dolls.

She will always be the one who never visits without something in hand to offer:

Her house will always be home:

Happy Birthday, Mom Mom!

Thank you for visiting today.

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InTheFastLane said...

That was very sweet. I have a grandma that I feel that way about too, but she lives across the country.

Momma Bean said...

What a wonderful tribute to your Mom Mom! And what lucky girls you three are to have her in your life! Happy Birthday to her!

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a wee bit jealous. I miss my Gram.

Shelli said...

She sounds wonderful!

Mary P Jones (MPJ) said...

That's a beautiful birthday gift -- and it's wonderful that you share such a special relationship with your grandmother. Three of my four grandparents passed away before I was old enough to remember them -- and the one I did grow up knowing lived hundreds of miles away, suffered from what I now recognize as serious clinical depression and rarely left the house. I've never had that relationship with a grandparent and have always missed it.

Karen said...

I, too, love any woman who will get you in and out of Texas!

Shannon said...

Happy Birthday, Mom Mom! (geez, Shawn-you made me cry, too)

bella said...

MomMom rocks!
And what a tribute you have given in your words.
I love that she stood in line with you to get you your first Cabbage Patch doll.