May it be a good week

I was in a bit of a funk on Monday. I was still mad about the race on Sunday, but after reading the comments on my post about it (thank you), and talking to my Dad (former triathlete and marathon runner) I felt much better. I was given the chance to read and review Run like a Mother, and I'm about half way through, and will post about it soon, but it's helping to light my fire again.

Mother's Day always sneaks up on me. I know it's because Luke's birthday is a few days before hand, so I'm usually preoccupied with planning his day, forget about Mother's Day. I can't believe he's going to be six. We brought him home from the Hospital on Mother's Day, after 31 hours of labor, attended by my sweet Korean Doctor who was pretty much pushed aside by a big Russian Doctor who was on duty and had nothing else to do. My epidural only worked on my right side, Luke broke his collar bone on the way out, and the only reason he got out was because the big Russian kept yelling at me. Ah, memories.

So I have to think of something for my Mom, and send it out today so that she gets it in time. My mom was/is a single parent. When we were in grade school she put herself through college, studying at the kitchen table at night while we watched TV, and found babysitters that we liked to stay with us while she was at class. One time she found a $100 bill on the sidewalk, and instead of spending it on herself, she took my sister and I for new Girl Scout uniforms, as well as every accessory she could find to splurge on. I still have my pocket knife.

I'm just realizing I don't have any recent photos of just her and I, so I'll post this one of us when I was a baby. I've posted it before, but I love it. Dig the arm bangle, she's hotter than Wonder Woman.