Redheaded Nana

This past weekend, my mama, aka Nana Red came to visit with her BFF Anne Marie. They organized my linen closet and tucked the punks into bed so Loverpants and I could date each other. There was a coconut cake involved--it was fanceh! Nothing says loving like the folded fitted sheet and the free night of babysitting. Am I right? More and more, aren't you just so grateful for your mother? I don't know what your relationship is like with your mother, but I mostly discredited everything my own mother said until I was 24. Then I woke up from this haze in which I had all along mistaken her for someone hellbent on annoying me and Ruining Everything, and discovered that my mother is quite lovely, helpful, and sooo compassionate. I have had my battles with panic attacks in recent years and my mother has really loved me, I mean REALLY loved me through some patches of awful.

When I see how much my children love their Nana, I feel very squishy inside, and it's true that with love, the joys only multiply and the sads divide, and the coconut cake gets split so everybody gets a piece. But only if I remember to ask for a doggie bag (D'OH).

*** Chatta Children's Museum

Anne Marie and Little Man