Mom and me days

Today is my brother-in-laws birthday, surprisingly enough. Happy Birthday Barn!

We went to church and Laurel decided she didn't want to play with kids in her class today, she wanted to sit with me in church. So I took her with me and she was super good. Maybe she is growing up after all. Maybe she just wanted Mom and Laurel time.

My mom and I used to have little shopping sprees of mom and me time. She'd pull me from school, which I was usually frustrated with anyways, and we'd have lunch and went shopping. They were really fun days.

Not that I learned much on those days, except that sometimes we need just a day to relax and get our heads screwed on right. I miss those days of freedom. But I hope to have days with my girls just like my mom did. Just me and my mom.

Everyone needs those days to relax. Just get away from the dull and ordinary. To make life more interesting again. I never told anyone the day I came back that I took a day off to spend it with my mom. First, I was suppose to be sick, since that's what I told the office and figured they had cameras that if they caught me in my lie, I would be in huge trouble. (Okay, not really about the camera part, but I was afraid of what teachers would have told the office if they heard me say I wasn't sick and was shopping instead. My teachers were pretty prudish) Second, who wants to hang out with their mom as a teenager. I mean really, if I would have admitted to that, what would the other kids think of me? Now I look back and know they thought of me as lower than dirt, but hey we are all made up of compounds of dirt.

Maybe skipping school was the wrong thing to do, but there is more to life than academics. I was learning life lessons such as taking care of myself even when I hated everything about me and the things around me. That even for a day, relaxing and getting out of the norm, getting to see glimpses of my mom that I would have never seen if I had stayed in school those days. Not having to share my mom with my overbearing, annoying brother (and trust me, he was. There is a reason we called him Bear). For one day imagining that mom was mine. Selfish, maybe, but you have to think she was the only stable person I had in my life. The only person who wouldn't leave, and the only person who loved me even when I treated her horribly. Mostly treating her bad for reasons such as hating myself, hating my life, and most of all struggling through being a teenager.

I truly had the coolest mom. Ever.

Thanks.