How to tell your mom, you don’t like blueberry pancakes.

So in honor of Mother’s Day, my very first Mother’s Day as a Mom, I thought I’d switch it up a bit. Contrary to popular belief, I do care about some things MORE than clothes and makeup. I know  – it is hard to believe.

If you don’t feel like being sappy – feel free to skip this post. But if you’re in the mood for a little love fest, take a few minutes and read on. Happy Momma’s day to all my fellow Mom’s out there <3.

I know the title may seem a little strange, but my mom will get it. Well hopefully everyone will get it, by the end of the post.

Just so you know – that is me and my momma! This was at my bridal shower. Certainly one of the happiest days of my life, and I’m assuming hers as well. Yes we look alike! If we could get a picture of Papa Booch though – I look a lot like him too. (Thats my dad, if any of you didn’t pick up on it).

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Also, in case it wasn’t THAT obvious, this is her and I on my wedding day. These were just a few pictures I had at my finger tips. But she is there for the little stuff, as much as the big stuff.

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My mom and I didn’t and don’t always see eye to eye. My personality is much more so my father’s ; I’m a worrier, I am a tad bit obsessive compulsive, and I have a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. That combined with a 16 year old attitude didn’t always make for the best relationship when I was in my teens. But I take full responsibility for that…and my jerkiness. lol Ever since I’ve grown into my own, I appreciate our differences more than resent them. I love the person I am – and I chalk that all up to her.

So to get to the point, I just want to express a little appreciativeness on my First Mother’s Day as a new mom. I now know what she felt/feels for me. I now know they stress/the love/the constant fear you have being a mother, that I never could understand before. It is the scariest thing I have ever done, yet the most rewarding. Here is a picture of me and the Anna bean – Miss Annabelle.

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So to explain the title, is to just explain my mother. When I had Annabelle, no one was expecting me to have a c-section. No one was expecting my husband would have no time out of work with me. No one was expecting me to go into labor in the middle of multiple snow storms. But such is life. As soon as my husband went back to work, my mom was there. She was holding the baby when I couldn’t because I was on so many pain medications. She was easing my fears when I heard a cry or a sniffle. She was making me food because I was forgetting that I needed to eat. To be specific, she was getting up every day – driving a half an hour on icey roads- to tend to me. She was making me breakfast. She was making me blueberry pancakes -something she loves. Something I don’t love. I like a good pancake ( I mean who doesn’t?). I don’t like a blueberry pancake.  Every day she made them, and I ate around the blueberries. I watched her hold my Belle, wondering how I could ever do it when she left.

I eventually did do it on my own. But I’m not naive enough to believe she has nothing to do with that.

So, the question still remains… how do you tell your mom you don’t like blueberry pancakes? The simple answer is – you don’t.

You eat them, and let every bitter bite is just a remind you of everything you have to be thankful for. An awesome mom, who is now an awesome meme. <3

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