I have one of the best mom's on the planet. No lie.
But, I'd be lying if I told you that my Mom and I have always gotten along.
There was a handful of years, well, I wished she'd disappear. Really and truly. And, I'm guessing by how mean I was to her, she might have wished the same. (Man, I should get huge therapy points for admitting this all online, right?)
But, thankfully, my Mom didn't disappear. She's stood by me...and behind me...the whole time.
Thank you, Mom, for being a wonderful role model, teacher, partner-in-crime, mediator, crafty co-hort, laugh instigator, fashion advisor, seamstress/original prom dress designer, 24/7 counselor-on-call, grandmother to my two and the other six...and friend.
I'm a Maine-r. Or, at least I like to think I am. True locals will argue differently simply because I wasn't born in Maine -- I'm "from away" they say. Whatever. It is crystal clear to me that I was born to live in Maine. Here's the catch. I fell in love with someone who really is "from away". So, I spend big chunks of time in a place very far from where I call home. But, I'm trying to bloom where planted, as they say. I'm trying to foster a simple (or at least a little simpler than some), reasonably wholesome and creative life for my family whether we're here or there. And, well, since you stopped here at my blog, you get to explore this craziness with me.