Somewhere out there I am sure that the winning lottery ticket holder will be raking in millions of dollars divided out in yearly installments. And The Publishers Clearing House is ready to knock on some unknowing subscibers door, to deliver the big cardboard check and celebratory balloons. And they will have really "Hit The Jackpot". They will be rich overnight.
Well I am here to tell you that I have hit the Jackpot of Life. I am holding the preverbial cardboard check, and it is payable to Margi Conley Jackman in the amount of....wait for it......a gazillion dollars in BLESSINGS
Twenty some years ago when my first name became "Mommy" "Ryan, Ally & Brad's Mom" I was sure that they would be little forever. I was sure that I would never sleep through the night. I would never get all the grass stains out of their clothes. The pediatrician seemed like family as often as we were there. He was on speed dial. The three of them would always be little enough that they would love me No Matter What. And I would never get tired of hearing little prayers at night thanking Heavenly Father for Mommy and Daddy, a brand new swingset and chocolate cupcakes. Being happy and grateful is easy when you are little and...LOVED.
They would surely always be little, and they would absolutely always love me more than the swingset, the chocolate cupcake and koolaid. Isn't the plan that Mommy is the "go to girl" when they have a secret, a skinned up knee, or a bad dream. I am sure that every monster in the closet or under the bed knew there was no place in my home for them. I was truely the "Slayer" of all things that would hurt my kids. I might have had a super hero cape in pink.
Well now Twenty some years later, most of the time I am just Mom. Sometimes "Lady" but always thier number one fan. I now sleep through the night, my laundry is always done, and I am not sure that my doctor even knows my first name. I would still be a "SLAYER" of all things that could hurt my children, but I know that they must live and learn, just like me and their dad did. And that is hard to do when you are used to being the "Slayer" but I do my very best 98% of the time.
I am still Ryan Ally and Brad's mom, and that makes me rich. But I also am Mother In Law to Kameron, Melanie and almost Amy. And so now I am richer. Hence "The Jackpot"
Kameron treats my Ally like a queen. He is now the "slayer" of all things bad. He loves her to distraction and is never afraid to show her. He completes Ally. They were meant To Be.
Melanie is crazy madly in love with Ryan. She is his rock and his anchor on this journey they call Medical school. She is his other half. Home is where ever Melanie is for Ryan. They Belong together.
And Amy is Brad's soulmate. She is the love of his life, and his future. Amy is the reason for his smile now. She loves him completely. And he is safe with her. Together is a perfect place to be.
So you see.. what more could a Mom ask for? I have hit the Jackpot. My three little ones are all grow'd up and they have chosen so wisely. Theirs is a journey of love, adventure and family.
And what makes me so rich? Well, this Mom still gets to wipe away tears, hear their secrets, celebrate their happiness and share a cupcake with all six of them. Ryan, Ally and Brad are safe and complete with Melanie Kameron and Amy.
And me..I sleep through night now and never forget to be grateful for children who love me.
Yea I hit the Jackpot and I am the richest girl you know.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
When I Grow Up I Want To Be Just Like My Mom....
Sometimes on snowy days when I am all bundled up by my fire I would like to pick up the phone and chat with my mom. I think of that often, sunny days, rainy days, Fabulous days, "Just Found A Great Deal and I wanna tell you" Days. So lets see....that is most days. So yes, most days I think about my mom. But on some days I take the time to visit those memories that make me smile and I know that I was the luckiest girl on the planet to have called Margaret Conley "MOM"
It is the small things that I am remembering today, but small is powerful. I remember shopping at Toys By Roy every July for the most perfect doll for my birthday, and then a walk through Jerry's pet shop just because. To be followed by an ice cream at the fountain counter at TG&Y.
I remember when she used to show up at my high school without warning, just to check me out for lunch. And we would go to Burger Time for a burger and a 5 cent coke. Coke always tasted so much better when shared with my mom. Eating in the car was always our best "Visit Time" Those lunches always ended up with me and mom at Loretto Mall and a purchase at JC Penny's cuz "It will look so darling on you" and we couldn't leave "IT" behind.
I remember coming home from school and smelling a pot of beans on the stove from the front porch and knowing that my mom was home and waiting for me to get there.
I remember my moms beautiful pink dress the day that I got married and the smile on her face as she said "This is a Happily Ever After Day" and my heart agreed with her. The hug she gave me promised she would always be there for me. And I knew that I would always be her little girl and that was a gift.
My mom wore red nail polish and red lipstick. She smelled like Jessica McClintock perfume and she loved high heels. My mom loved a great purse and always had one. My mom was the definition of "A Lady" My mom knew how to do things, like cook and sew. She knew how to balance a check book and run a home. But mostly My Mom knew how to LOVE. And it was Uunconditional. It was Big and Wonderful. My mom's love was the warm blanket when I was cold, it was like a ray of sunshine coming through my bedroom window in the morning. My moms love was my North Star and my Anchor. And I Loved Her Right Back. She was my rock through my first broken heart, leaving home, and my first baby. She held my hand as she watched me finally grow into a big girl. And after all those years of being there for me my sweet mama got tired and she got sick. And she lived with me. She still brought the sunshine with her and she still kept me warm when insecurities swamped me and we had to say goodbye. We held hands, we talked, we cried. and we knew there would be tomorrow.
When I grow up I want to be a woman just like My Mom. I want to always wear red nail polish and carry a great purse and I want my children to know that my love for them is bigger than the universe.
Sometimes on snowy days when I am all bundled up by my fire I would like to pick up the phone and chat with my mom. I think of that often, sunny days, rainy days, Fabulous days, "Just Found A Great Deal and I wanna tell you" Days. So lets see....that is most days. So yes, most days I think about my mom. But on some days I take the time to visit those memories that make me smile and I know that I was the luckiest girl on the planet to have called Margaret Conley "MOM"
It is the small things that I am remembering today, but small is powerful. I remember shopping at Toys By Roy every July for the most perfect doll for my birthday, and then a walk through Jerry's pet shop just because. To be followed by an ice cream at the fountain counter at TG&Y.
I remember when she used to show up at my high school without warning, just to check me out for lunch. And we would go to Burger Time for a burger and a 5 cent coke. Coke always tasted so much better when shared with my mom. Eating in the car was always our best "Visit Time" Those lunches always ended up with me and mom at Loretto Mall and a purchase at JC Penny's cuz "It will look so darling on you" and we couldn't leave "IT" behind.
I remember coming home from school and smelling a pot of beans on the stove from the front porch and knowing that my mom was home and waiting for me to get there.
I remember my moms beautiful pink dress the day that I got married and the smile on her face as she said "This is a Happily Ever After Day" and my heart agreed with her. The hug she gave me promised she would always be there for me. And I knew that I would always be her little girl and that was a gift.
My mom wore red nail polish and red lipstick. She smelled like Jessica McClintock perfume and she loved high heels. My mom loved a great purse and always had one. My mom was the definition of "A Lady" My mom knew how to do things, like cook and sew. She knew how to balance a check book and run a home. But mostly My Mom knew how to LOVE. And it was Uunconditional. It was Big and Wonderful. My mom's love was the warm blanket when I was cold, it was like a ray of sunshine coming through my bedroom window in the morning. My moms love was my North Star and my Anchor. And I Loved Her Right Back. She was my rock through my first broken heart, leaving home, and my first baby. She held my hand as she watched me finally grow into a big girl. And after all those years of being there for me my sweet mama got tired and she got sick. And she lived with me. She still brought the sunshine with her and she still kept me warm when insecurities swamped me and we had to say goodbye. We held hands, we talked, we cried. and we knew there would be tomorrow.
When I grow up I want to be a woman just like My Mom. I want to always wear red nail polish and carry a great purse and I want my children to know that my love for them is bigger than the universe.
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