It's 5:15am on Mother's Day, and I have a bit of insomnia. I'm in one of my high energy-big planning modes, so all sorts of things are running through my head. But I'm still deeply contented. The birds are chirping outside. as the day begins to unfold slowly, as Sundays hopefully do.
My mother and my Nana (grandma) are in town. Yesterday I gave them the grand tour of mighty Bishop, and they loved it, with repeated "ohhhhsss" and "ahhhs" at the way the mountains here are dynamically picturesque with the shifting sunlight. It was a special time, with two very special people in my life. Both my mother and my grandmother and very different from me. Homebodies by nature, with an inclination to be fearful and tentative to try new things--yet they have been some of my most adamant supporters of my life adventures. When moving here to Bishop came on the radar, they were behind me one-hundred percent. It astounds me that two women who have essentially followed a path of safety and stability, can be so supportive of someone else's dramatic geographic shifts and life trajectories.
Some special words about my mom: she is so stubborn. Although I have tended to attribute my athletic abilities to my dad, I think I I've been selling my mom short. Half of the challenge is oftentimes having the determination to stick something out, and I think I get that from my mom. Although it doesn't show up as athleticism in her case, my mom is one stubborn cookie in every other area in her life. And I admire that about her.
So here's to you mom!
Soundtrack: School of Seven Bells, Face to Face On High Places
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