the story: My birthday falls on Thanksgiving holiday. Most of my friends would either be gone to visit family or sick. Birthdays parties didn’t always happen with friends. My mom would do everything to make them special. The ballerinas on this cake stand as a testament to how far my mom would go to bring joy to me, her eldest child and only daughter. Her love still abounds for me, and I hope to be half the mom she was and still is to me. 1. Tell me a story; about your mom, about becoming a mom, or someone else's mom that has touched you! 2. A photo of that person if possible, but if not a framed element, the page must have at least ONE frame on it (stroke counts) 3. ♥ ♥ ♥ hearts. the more the better, but at least 3 (papers count) ♥ ♥ ♥ 4. lace or doily-you can have both, but please have at least ONE. 5. AT least ONE flower, and it has to be obvious! 6. and finally, I would love to read your story, if you would be so kind to cut and copy your journaling to the gallery. I totally understand if you don't want to, so this is optional. 7. if your mom is alive, please call her and tell her you love her this weekend. If she is not, think of the good she put in you, and smile ♥ DEADLINE: 5.11.2017 4pm EDT/1pm PDT Big hugs to each of you, your stories and your lives are touching others, be you a mom, or share so many of your mom's attributes, and I am honored to know each of you! my page:
Sorry I missed the chat. I love your page. My dd's birthday is Christmas day, so she has the same holiday related issues. What day is your birthday? My dad's is Nov 24 and quite often his is on Thanksgiving.
Oh man! My grandma and your mom are both tender souls! My grandma had a Valentine's Baby and a Christmas Day baby, and she was a Halloween baby! She worked hard to make my aunts feel special on their birthdays.
That is CRAZY!!! I had my oldest DD on Thanksgiving...so every few years, it lands on US thanksgiving again....but we live up in Canada now, so it's not the same.
My cousins is October 10th, so hers lands on Canadian Thanksgiving or the Monday celebration every few years. (She lives in Canada).
My birthday is November 22. The first time I remember it falling on Thanksgiving was my 13th birthday and I loved it because all my relatives visited and my birthday dinner was a huge feast. What I didn't like was that my mom's usual answer when I asked for something was to wait until my birthday or Christmas, which was frustrating if it was spring.
Mine is December 29th. Everyone was either out of town or partied out (or prepping for NYE)... so mine was always low key. I would get toys/fun stuff for Christmas and clothes for my birthday... and clothes I knew about already because my mom would take me to the after Christmas sales to get them. I have to find (and scrap) the photos of sullen 6 year old me standing on the hearth with a party hat on my head, modeling my new outfits for my grandparents and aunt.
Thanks for the fun SS. Sorry I missed the chat. I stretched out on the sofa for just a second and the rest is history. Journalling is in the gallery. Here's mine:
I'll share the story here: Nana was a nurse until we were all adults. One thing she always made sure of while we were growing up was that we went to the doctor for our shots. Even sometimes bringing the needles and meds home. We had every immunization we needed and some just as a precaution. I’ll never have to worry about Hep A or B or C for that matter. But it also ensured that I’d never be afraid of needles. When I need blood drawn I’m not squirmish or have to turn my head.. Being poked doesn’t bother me like some people. I wasn’t scared to pierce my own ears when i was 13. And seeing blood doesn’t faze me one bit. I have your Nana to thank for that She has always been a great caretaker. When you guys get sick I call her first and run down your symptoms. It’s saved us a few doctor visits. Even though she isn’t nursing anymore, she’ll always be my personal nurse. - May 2017 (photo from Easter 1988) and here is mine.