My greatest accomplishment isn't the complicated lace, nor is it the Masters in Humanities and Leadership, or even the thirteen years living in the backcountry of the Sierras, hiking in all winter long, although all three of these are right at the top. My greatest accomplishment has been being a mother, and ending up happy with the results. Frequent readers know that photos of family often grace my pages, as well as stories of our adventures. I have three children who were all born at home: Jesse, 20, Nikki, 22, and Cody, 27, and a step-son (also born at home, but not to me), Rex, 27. I ordered my life and my choices around actively raising them, and have never regretted the choices I made. I worked at a variety of jobs, and didn't finish my own education until the oldest was already in college, but sure had a lot of fun along the way.
My oldest son and I dancing at our Christmas party.
"MY Mommy" is the frequent and humorous cry between siblings, echoing back to when they were little. I am so very lucky to be close to my children, all young adults now.
Nikki, me, Jesse, and Cody
Sadly, my own mother died in 1995, of emphysema. I was deeply involved in helping her make care decisions for my father, who developed Alzheimers at age 62, and then in meeting with doctors over her care as well, and really got to give back to her when she needed it. I was a single mother at that time, and it was one of the most stressful, but I am grateful to be able to say I could be there for her. I still miss her, but the love I was raised with grew into the love that I raised children with, and hopefully will guide each of them when I am gone.