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Through the Fall Out

The title?
I thought it was better than "Happy Mother's Day" or "My Mom is Better Than Your Mom" or anything like that.

I was listening to this song on the way home, and thought it touched on the topic perfectly. Through the fall out. In life there are so many fall outs, times when we feel we are free falling alone, and helpless. Well, there are people who encourage us and help direct us onto a soft landing, hopefully.

Here are mine.

First, my mother. She gave birth to me like every one else's mother. She raised me, sang to me, cuddled me, and comforted me. But most importantly she taught me to think for myself, and be my own person. (As I grew up and was finding that person it was not always the easiest journey.) But she stuck it out. She showed me how to go on when your life falls apart on you, and how to pick others up when they are down. She taught me of service, and giving service instead of gifts. She gave me my "I'm not really overly attached to anything attitude." And I also believe I got some of flirting-ness from her. I remember times while I was going through my knee surgery (when I was 16) that she would help me round the clock. And gave me to courage to believe that I would walk again.
I would not be who I am today without this woman. Thank you Mom for everything you have given, and did for me, and still do.

Second,
Grandma Atwood.
I know the chances of her reading this is small, but none the less, people need to know. My grandma is better than yours. I'm sorry, but it's true. This woman has served her whole life. Charity never faileth is her motto. She stays true and strong to the faith, and loves people into believing in God. Every Wednesday I go to her house for lunch, and sometimes I spend the nights throughout the weeks. Her house is one of peace and comfort and she literally fixes my heart breaks, with pudding, homemade bread, and her wonderful stew. She supported me through my speech career and even started me in speech.
I would not be who I am today without this woman. Thank you Grandma for everything you have ever done, and will do for me. It impacts me more than you could ever know.


Third,
Grandma Hohm
Again, she will not see this, but you all can know. This lady is a tank. And I mean that in the wonderful way of she is unstoppable. She shows me how to keep going when life isn't what you planned for, and how to remain posed when troubled times are upon us.  She gave me my speech career, and she also saved me in a way I don't think anyone else could. I don't think many people knew how much I felt like an outsider everywhere in my life growing up (I'm a good actress and covered it up well) But I had written myself off at such a young age. Grandma Hohm didn't, and she wouldn't allow me to do the same. She taught me that when you're in the ground, you stand up, dust yourself off, and show the world what you can do .
I would not be who I am today without this woman. Thank you Grandma Hohm for everything you have taught me, and loved me through.

And fourth (but not last)
Natalie.
I know we had a very strange relationship at first, and I blame a bunch of that on teenage hormones, and maybe some stupidity as well, but in any case, I love where Natalie and I  are right now. She has become such a valuable friend and role model to me.  I love the times her and I can talk and just open up about life and I don't  feel judged. There are few people in this world I feel as comfortable with as with her. And that's saying something.  I love seeing her with her children (my half siblings) , and my dad and the amazing family we have become together. All of us. Every one.
I would not be who I am today without this woman. Thank you Natalie for everything you have helped me through.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU. (and my sisters who are now mothers as well! It's been exciting to watch you learn and grow, as well as watching your children. You are pure examples of patience to me! I love you guys too, Amie, Becky, Tycy, Indie, and Cassandra)

My family may not be a normal one, or even a poster one. But it's the best one for me. I love my blended, mixed, and scattered family!
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