My mother spent the weekend with me.
I love my mother dearly, something that hit me like a brick when I left home for college in 1994.
But I don?t know what I would do if she lived in the same area as me, because sometimes we just don?t mesh.
I know her intentions are good and she just wants her first baby to be happy and healthy (physically and mentally). Which is why I choose to see her actions this weekend as good and only looking out for me.

I will not get bent out of shape because she didn?t like my maternity wardrobe. Instead I will graciously accept her offer to purchase me more clothes (that she picked out) and wear them (because, in her words, I must ?properly cover my belly and butt?). And now that I am wearing them, I am comfortable and feel pretty. (Plus, I have scored a bunch of free clothes- woo-hoo!)
I will not get bent out of shape because the condition of my house does not meet her standard. Instead I will graciously welcome her offer to come and clean my house next weekend. I may not let her touch the disaster area of a bedroom, but the kitchen, bathrooms, and living room are welcome to her duster and 409. And really, do I need to be on my feet that much these days?
I will not be offended when she doesn?t enthusiastically embrace the amount of work left on the fixer-upper we currently live in. Instead, I will let her talk to McDad about it and if he feels it warrants a ?talk? with his son-in-law, then so be it. D can handle my parents and McDad does embrace the amount of work left on our house. And McDad can then talk to my mother and tell her to Calm Down.
I won?t be upset when she talks about how bad my diet is for me. Instead, I will let her talk about the low-carb lifestyle and when she is gone, proudly reach for the bread and make myself a sandwich. When I am able and ready to be committed to a specific weight loss program, I will proceed (with caution).

I love my mother and how she embraces life. She hasn?t had the easiest time but she loves God and praises Him for all He has given her. She taught me that I am God?s Princess. She has forgiven me for not being a spectacular daughter. She even forgave me for the pain I put her through in childbirth (though I learned this weekend that her labor was only 2 hours!). She has three wonderful daughters who are smart and on their way to better things. Her life will also change in October when she takes on the new role of grandmother. Her grandchild, Future President Crumley, will proudly call her Veija, and Veija will proudly buy FPC lots of books to embrace the written word.

I spent the weekend with my mother.
And now I miss her.

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