Mimi, Mimi, Mimi.
This is the name my kids and my sister’s kids call my mom.
This is also the name that all the kids in her daycare call her now.
Mimi is the name I hear whenever my own kids are upset or get hurt,
“I want Mimi.”
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom before she was Mimi:
I think of her every time I’m picking up the endless scatter or toys and bits of paper…and random socks
Suggesting things to do when kids get bored
When I’m at an odd angel and notice the dust in the corner or under a piece of furniture
Folding the always multiplying mountain of laundry
Responding to ungrateful requests
Giving time I don’t have
Cheering people up
Listening to complaints about meals
Tucking in, over and over again
Thinking about all of the places everyone needs to be…with all of their stuff.
These are all of the things that I know I took for granted growing up.
I never realized all of the work that went into trying to keep up with us kids while we were growing up…
I realize it now. Hopefully not too late.
I see you Mom.
I’m grateful for you.
Happy Birthday to my giving, loving, and strong mom.
I love you.