Dear Mama

Hi Mama! It's me! Megan!

I know I haven't been an easy child. Not having any children of my own, I can't sympathize, but delivering your second child breech can't have been easy. And I'm really sorry about the tailbone. Two infants and not being able to sit comfortably for months? Yikes... and then, the colic. Really, really sorry. So sorry. I think it made for my iron-clad stomach that I have, so yea me! But sorry for all the shrieking and wailing. Sounds. Awful. Hate that I did that.

And I'm sorry about being a total snot to you as a teen. You didn't deserve that. Turns out, you were right all along! I should have listened. But I didn't. I was a real jerk.

And I'm so glad that we got to be sorority sisters in college! That really meant a lot to me. It may be a silly, sentimental notion, but I really am glad we got to share that together.

And I'm really sorry about that party a few days before my wedding. I shouldn't have had that much to drink and made you come out to get me when all you wanted to do was get some sleep and get ready for a wedding that you were throwing for me. I should have known better.

And I am so grateful that you let me and a young husband live with you and dad for the better part of a year when we were trying to get our lives together. We had fun, I know we did, but that can't have been easy to have a home you expect to retire in and come home every night to another houseful of people when probably all you wanted was a little peace and quiet.

And I'm sorry about having to come back home and live with you again while my marriage fell apart and I went through a divorce and the darkest days of my life. So sorry. That can't have been pleasant. But I'm so grateful you did.

Thank you. I don't know how you did it. I don't know if I could have done it. But you did. And you did it magnificently.

If I get one rub of a magic lamp, my wish would to be just like you. I know that's not possible, but I'm going to try. In the meantime, I'll do the next best thing:

I'll let the young women in my life know they are loved. I will let them know they are beautiful, and kind and generous.

I will gently tell them when they are wrong, and gently curb their behavior. When they are not kind or generous, I will remind them that it is imperative to always be kind and generous.

When the mess up royally, I will still love them, but I will also be unafraid to whip some ass.

I will teach them even when they learn reluctantly.

I will always, always, ALWAYS take the time to listen to what they say, even if all I want to do is fall asleep.

So, on this Mother's Day, please remember that you weren't just a good mama, you ARE the BEST. And if I can shadow even just a fraction of that goodness, I'll be doing all right.

But no way I hold a candle to you.

my royal highness super woman mama and plain ole me

3rd World Habits

Soooo.... confession:

I have gross feet. Really gross. And as I'm entering my fourth decade on this planet, I've noticed a pattern. Every ten years, I get toe fungus.

Bad. Bad bad.

The first time it happened I was 20. I was horrified. Embarrassed. Tried everything I could think of to cover it up and conceal it. And my father kept telling me it was because I had third world habits, BUT I DON'T. When the whole nail came off and the thought that my foot might be GANGRENE or something I went to the doctor and got a prescription for it.

Done. Problem solved.

Ten years later, after spending most of my 20s in Florida, I moved to Georgia. I think it was the transition from tropics to North Georgia in the winter and a return to close-toed shoes but in any event, I didn't fool with many home remedies and within a month or so had gone to the doctor to get it sorted out.

Fast forward to a month ago. I noticed my toe nail was raised up a bit and immediately went into the bathroom and under further investigation - yup. It's back.

This time I didn't fool with any home remedies. But this time, when I cut off the dead part of the nail I did something I hadn't done before:

I didn't care. I wore sandals like a boss.

ain't gonna lie - it was pretty gross though....

The doctor was able to fit me in the very next day and within a week I had my prescriptions filled adn was ready to take my medicine, and all prepared for a rough sandal season. A few weeks later, and the nail started to grow back in:

hi little new nail!

A few of my ladies were getting together last week to visit over dinner and indulge in a little mani/pedi time, so even though I knew I wouldn't have sandal ready feet, I still went along for the ride. So imagine my surprise when the technician took a little acrylic and performed this miracle:

SHE MADE ME A NEW TOENAIL!!!!!!

And I had no idea how happy that new toenail would make me. I even went back two days later to show her my new toenail was doing great and to thank her again.

YEA NEW TOENAIL!

All I've got for today. Over and out!