My mom came out last week after booking a flight on a day when I had called her when I was losing it. She came out to ‘help’ but I’m pretty sure she didn’t realize just how much helping she’d do.
But first the fun. We took a trip to, yes, Forks Washington. Twilight town. For those of you who know me, you’re going to think that’s crazy because of how much I hated the last book. But I LOVED LOVED LOVED the movie. We saw it in Port Angeles, right after I took an hour nap in the car. My mom told me to. So I did. Forks is a lot like it was described in the book. We stayed in a hotel- I conked out at10- I’m really a lot of fun. The next day we set out to explore. It started with getting our picture with Santa in front of the high school.
We went to a store there called “Dazzled by Twilight”- full of Twilight memorabilia. I talked to the lady about where she gets her vinyl- she said she wasn’t getting it anymore from the person who had previously sold it to her- and wants to buy at least 250 small signs. WOOOHOOO! I’m not sure if my mom hadn’t been there if I would have had the guts to approach the lady about it. She makes me more sure of myself.
Then we hiked down to La Push beach. It’s AMAZING! You have to hike through the rain forest and the beach is so beautiful. It was so much fun being able to have my mom to myself for a while.
All the while I’ve been weaning myself off of my pain medicine. It’s time. I hate being on it and I don’t really know if it’s even helping me all that much anymore. By Monday I was completely off, and completely sick. I didn’t think it was going to be so bad because I was on such a small dose, but it was. I barely got off the couch for the next three days- and my mom, without complaining once- took care of everything. She cleaned, she did laundry, she played endless games with Casey (who adores her), and took care of me. She was so wonderful. There’s no way I’d ever be able to repay her for what she did. It was such a nightmare for me, and I would have never been able to do it if she weren’t there.
That’s like a lot of things in my life. My mom is always there. She’s the first person I call when I have great news or a funny story. She’s also the one I call when things aren’t going as well. She’s made me feel like I’m amazing for doing the things I do- but doesn’t give herself credit for raising me along with my siblings, to be the people we are (or try to be). I don’t know where I would be without her. She’s my example, my cheerleader, and my best friend. Isn’t she great?