Happy Mother’s Day, but actually

Hope y’all had a wonderful Sunday with your mamas. Mom wanted us to spread mulch and do yard work as her gift, so that’s what we did. I’m embarrassed to say my back is tight and super sore from it.

As a follow up to my previous post, my mother read it today and said “Do you want me to call the orphanage now so you can start setting up the adoption process?”

God love that woman. Now everyone knows where I get it from.

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(Mom and I, circa Summer of 1990. I’m
chubs and she’s got sweet leftover 80s hair.)

Happy Mother’s Day everyone!

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Mother’s Day

I have an penchant for women who are funny and awesome and beautiful and strong. I love them even more if they are in the same field as me. Cause it’s a man’s world, babe, and we gotta stick together. 

Anyway.

My mother fits the bill to a T. She is undoubtedly the reason I have started this career in law enforcement. She’s the reason I love the criminal justice system, even with all of its faults. She is the reason for the woman I am today. 

Let me start off by saying I am not one of the women of the world who has always envisioned her wedding. Although I now have a Pinterest board full of these ideas (come on, there’s some cute shit on there. You can follow me at http://www.pinterest.com/erin15tay/), I have always been way more into my career than deciding what I want my wedding colors to be. If you have always been one of those people, power to ya! You will have your shit together when you get married. I will be picking place holders and drinking heavily. 

However, I am now in that awkward stage where I have friends and acquaintances (mostly the latter) who are, and I’m not kidding, SPRINTING down the aisle. I may have my shit together in (most) other areas, but not in the marriage area. The thought of devoting my life to someone other than my dog or family right now scares the shit out of me. I bought a romper the other day and kept the tags on it because I’m not sure I’m ready to commit, for goodness sake. My 20 year old brother (who is in a 4 year long, awesome relationship with a girl I like a lot) is probably going to get married before me. And that’s okay. But sometimes, I get a little panicky. Am I behind? Am I going to be a spinster with 2 labradors? Will I actually have to adopt that Asian baby I talk about all the time?! 

So Tuesday night, I curled up with my mom and had the following exchange:

“Mom, do you think I’m ever going to get married?”

**Heavy sigh**

“Come on, I’m serious! It seems like so many people are getting married. It can make a girl a little panicky.”

“Honey, of course I think you’ll get married. Multiple times.”

 

Happy pre-Mother’s Day Mom. I love you, too.

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