My best friend and mom turned 60 today. We are 30 years apart, my mom and I, but like I tearfully said over birthday dinner, "With every single passing day, I wonder more and more what on earth I'd do without you." I hope to one day be just like my mom, but there are still some glarring differences that i'm not sure will ever be resolved:
The DIFFERENCES
I am efficient. I get things done quickly, no fuss, no flare, just the bare essentials, as long as its done.
She is creative. She makes and creates things and the work is not done, until it is done correctly.
I love long hair, and probably always will.
She loves short hair. Her hair on her wedding day looks just like it does now.
I love to run for exercise.
She loves to bike for exercise.
I love Relief Society Activities.
She does not. (Especially when she was my age).
I enjoy sitting and relaxing or doing nothing at all
She is the hardest worker in the whole wide world
I am good at math
She is good at Language Arts
I had a family of brothers
And she had a family of sisters (with on brother)
I like watching a good show
She likes reading a good book (Don't tell her i've still never read To Kill A Mockingbird)
I tolerated BYU football up until I married Landon
She has been a BYU football fan sense she could talk
If I can't do something, I find someone who can
If she can't do something, she figures out how to do that something
The SIMILARITIES
We both love los heramanos
We both love to talk on the phone
We both always loved playing sports, though she was probably more of a tom boy than me.
We are both terrible at making decisions
We both have ugly feet
We both hate shopping
We both love It's A Wonderful Life
We both don't like Halloween (Although that one is changing for me #ty)
We both are picky movie people
We have some crazy loyalties to our people.
We worry. Like go to the worst case scenario worry
We each had 3 boys first (maybe that means my #4 will be a girl??)
We both think we are capable of doing anything we want to. Lots of confidence in our bones.
We both communicate through writing
We CAN NOT work in a messy house
We both LOVE serving in the church and reading the scriptures and talking gospel things
We also love to talk about anything and everything
We both are giving everything we have to our kids and our husband, just like our mom did for us
Some of my favorite things about my mom
I can call her anytime
She has never said a negative thing about Dad, ever
She never once complained about how hard it was that dad traveled 250+ days a year
She has created a business and a legacy with her music, all on her own. I mean she is kind of famous in some worlds.
She talks to each one of her children almost every day
She thinks her kids are hilarious, and only 2.5 of them really are
She never once questioned how we looked, she thought we were the best and the coolest. (We watched home videos yesterday and it wasn't until yesterday where I saw it. We may have been cool on the inside, but we were not ever dressed to any level of coolness. Sometimes (most times) I looked homeless. And yet, we all thought we were legit. I just really really love that.)
She did not care what other people thought of her or her children
She thinks she has the greatest, smartest, bestest, coolest kids in the whole world
She never spent any time with other friends, because we were her best friends and really, dad was her best friend. Sincerely and truly
I loved that her favorite stage of motherhood was teenage life and that she'd never ever ever ever want to go back to little kids/babies. The "You'll miss this one day" has never been uttered . More like, "This too shall pass"
A Few Stories:
The first one was when I was 7 years old. I stole a little piece from Kents by BYU. I remember she made me go back into the Kents store and tell the manager that I had stolen that piece of candy and give him ten cents. That was right before I was baptized, but she made it a point to teach me that I will make mistakes, but we can always repent and be forgiven. My mom was always finding simple ways to teach me about the gospel.
One time I asked my mom, "Mom what if the only reason I'm praying and reading the scriptures and going to church is because I am being told to, not because I want to." I remember we were driving on Oak Cliff and she made me feel so much better when she said, "Then that is enough. Any form of trying, is great!" My mom always made sure I knew I was good enough. I never felt like I had to be anything more than me.
I was bullied a lot in middle school and high school. My freshman year of high school, some boys Instant messaged me all these really horrible mean things. It was really late, but ran into my parents room in tears. Of course Gary, Nate and Scott joined in on the conversation even though everyone should have been sleeping. My brothers we full on ready to egg these boys homes, then teepee them, egg them again. Plans were being made and drawn out. I LOVE that my mom was full on involved in the plans. She was ready to hop in the car with my brothers dressed in black. (My dad then something really lame, after all the plans were made, like, "Becca you are going to walk into high school tomorrow, with your head held high, knowing you are an Edwards and be kind." #eyeroll #wise). My mom was 100% loyal to her kids. She also knew when lessons should be taught and when loyalty should be shown. (Also it was nice that my parents could tag team this one.)
When I ran for Student Body President, my mom drove me to school every day at 6:30am to campaign. She helped me make every poster, helped me plan every activity, help me make 1,000 cookies, she was there every. single. minute. (Its no wonder she was mad that I called dad first to tell him I won.). But that was how she was with all of her children. My mom was all in, in whatever we decided we wanted to do. And she believed we could do anything.
When my parents decided to move from the home that I grew up in, I was a senior. I was devastated. My mom felt extremely prompted to make that move, even though we all still miss our Oak Hills house. She wrestled with the prompting for months and even years and finally had the faith to pull the trigger. Again, I was devastated. I remember watching my family pack up my house piece by piece. I refused. And my mom let me refuse. I don't think I packed a single box in that move. In fact I think my mom had my grandma come up and together, while I was in school they packed up my room so I didn't have to. My mom is courageous and she has always shown her kids A LOT of grace.
A week before my freshman year, I was planning on rooming with my next door neighbor from Oak Hills. But in the middle of the night, my mom change all of my rooming situations. A green bed opened up and she wanted me to have a fresh start, so she swapped my whole future with a click of a button and told me in the morning. I had to tell my friend Alex that we weren't going to be roommates and that she was going to room with someone random last minute. I had to wrap my head around a completely different living situation in just a couple of days. I still can't believe my mom did that without talking to me. But if she had not done that, I never would have met Regan. And if I had never met Regan, I never would be married to Landon. My mom did all she could to follow the spirit.
I called my mom last month kind of in a panic, I was not happy with my life. She mostly listened. But she also did two things that changed everything for me. She said, "Ya know, i'm not sure you are aware of how hard your living circumstances are." I don't know why that changed everything for me. But having her tell me that things were hard, that having a 95 degree home, three active boys, a busy husband, a tight budget, boys home all day ever day, no great yard, were really hard things and it was okay that I was impacted by it. I then just said, "Okay its hard, but it isn't changing, so now what. Please give m some advice." She then said, "If this were me i'd print out a calendar and do one outing everyone morning planned by the boys. Then do a couple hours of quiet time and then watch a movie, eat dinner and do bed time. And don't feel bad if your kids watch a movie every day." We followed that advice for the next 5 weeks. And we seriously had the best five weeks ever. My mom is such a great listener, incredibly validating, and wise! AND she never let guilt be apart of any of her choices.
I don't know how these categories and lists got here. What I mostly wants to say was that I love my mom. She is my best friend. And I'm grateful every day for her. I hope my children feel the same way about me when I am 60 as her children feel about her today! From mom, to best friend, to rock, to inspiration...... I feel I've been blessed beyond words!!!!!
Happy 60th mom! Oh, and let me know if you ever read this ;).
(We had another amazing week. I have the most amazing boys and I love all 4 of them dearly. School here. we. come!!!!!!!)