Friday, September 14, 2012

Ya Ha & Hey Hey Friday!

I know I'm obviously biased and have no point of comparison :), but I have the greatest mom.

It's funny as for years I thought my mom and I were soooooooo different. But in reality, we're so very similar. We have the same Myers Briggs personality type and, while she doesn't think she's creative, she is. I mean, she was originally a fashion design major for goodness sake! And makes clothes that look like they stepped out of a store. And is a very creative idea generator which, to me, is the true definition of creativity...not just being artistic.

Anyway, on to my point. Much of how I am was shaped by my mom. Of course my dad, too, but today is about Momma. I've been intentionally building the practice of giving thanks and recognizing when things, big or small, are blessings from the Lord. My parents are big ones. I told someone to have a "Ya Ha and Hey Hey Friday!" earlier and thought about how much my mom has done for me and how eternally thankful I am for her. This trip down memory lane is really for me, and hopefully my mom.

Growing up, my mom was always coming up with ideas to make life a little more magical. Some of my favorites:

Fridays were coined "Ya Ha and Hey Hey Friday!" My parents were big on healthy living and we didn't eat a lot of processed food or sugar. But instead of making that a restriction type thing, my mom turned it around to a special thing that happened on Friday! So that day we got to eat sugar cereal, a Little Debbie in our lunch (though if there were two snacks in the package she still split them up between Adam and me :)), and dinner was "cook your own dinner night" in which A and I would typically create menus of our creations. The grossest I remember was cream cheese on an apple. Yuck. We also got to stay up late and watch TGIF...good ole Full House and Family Matters! This in and of itself was a big deal, too, as we were only allowed to watch an hour of TV (that included Nintendo time) a day, so Fridays we could watch more!

One day it was raining really hard, but no lighting/thunder. My mom told us to go ride our bikes through the puddles! I'm sure some parents would be fearful of pneumonia, but she knew we'd be fine and could quickly warm up. It was so fun.

In the summers, we'd go to the commissary with her (the grocery store on the military base). My mom would always find the weirdest foods in the store, read the ingredients to us, and then A would start a joke fest about it. I remember one time crying with laughter as A made some not-so-nice comments about head cheese and then was reprimanded by an elderly woman. It was hilarious. We also always got a treat if we were good at the commissary. As young kids this was typically the animal crackers in the box with the string. By high school (yep, still got treats then!), it was usually these mini pies they made in the bakery.

My mom was always big on leaving notes of encouragement as a surprise (this is where I get this from!). In our lunches, around the house, on the bathroom mirror, on my car when I was older, in the mail in college, or on every single outfit I had packed when I went on a trip. They weren't necessarily long, but sweet reminders of how we're loved and important.

When I was in middle school, we had a group of friends who we hung out with all.the.time and mostly at our house. During the summer, we had a funny routine. Each day we'd go to swim practice in the morning (me to competitive at 6am...brutal...everyone else to summer league), then after breakfast we'd congregate at our house and start to play games. My mom taught us how to play tripoly and we'd bet with pennies, or we'd play this old school 60s game called Masterpiece. We'd break for lunch and then head to the pool for the afternoon until dinner. After dinner we'd usually go back to the pool for a little while. Once it got darker, we'd head to our house and watch some of Nick at Nite's block party summer! Bewitched be-Wednesdays, Munster Mondays, Jeannie Thursdays...I don't remember Tuesday or Friday... After that, we'd hit the streets and either play this block game we created or kick the can. It was awesome.

There are sooooo many more memories and favorites, I'm pretty sure I could write a volume. At the crux of it, though, I am eternally thankful for my mom, the others-centered and encouragement mindset she has instilled in me, and the creativity and magical view on life she has taught me to live.

Love you Momma!