Patti’s Party and a Reason for Regan
It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry for the absence. Life has gotten pretty busy, as it always does around this time of year. I spent last week with my family in Houston, celebrating my mom’s birthday (her grandma name is Patti). My dad has always said, “if there’s one thing this family knows how to do, it’s throw a party.” It was a night of partying and fun, honoring the lady who gave me life, and the lady to whom I owe my ability to mother.
My mom is hilarious. It’s an ironic kind of hilarity where she doesn’t even know the moments she is funniest. She always tells me not to repeat her moments to my friends, but I never keep that promise because I would be depriving the world of a belly laugh if I did. Her love extends to the ends of the earth, and she always told me when I was a kid that I would not understand her love until I had kids of my own. I remember thinking how wrong she was because a kid can’t imagine a love beyond her parents. Now I know, and now I have but a small taste of all the emotions she’s experienced in her life as my mom. My mom has often said that she never knew what she wanted to be when she grew up, but she stumbled into her calling in raising her three kids. I’ll never be able to thank her enough, and I think our human nature is to have humility when we receive grand compliments, but the truth is my mom was born to be a mother. She laid a foundation of strength, faith, perseverance and hope for our family.
What is it about moms that they are so wise when they least realize it? I remember as a kid realizing time and time again that mom is ALWAYS right. I remember my mom helping me with math homework one evening, and she was explaining the process of multiplying decimals. I misunderstood the math lesson that day, and my mom was teaching me the correct way to multiply. I argued with her, trying (unsuccessfully) to prove her wrong. I asked her how she was so confident she was always right, and she said, “because I’m the mom, and mommies are always right.” I remember thinking ‘man, I can’t wait to have kids so that I can always be right.’ To be fair, I also remember thinking that I couldn’t wait to have kids, so I could have some help cleaning.
My poor kids.
As you might imagine, I’ve spent a lot of time talking to my mom about Regan, the whys, the hows, the day-to-day mom questions, and the final understanding of the depth of mom love. I’ve mentioned before that for every emotion I experienced, I think my mom experienced it tenfold. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me, then, that my mom has reflected a lot on the “whys” of Regan in our life. I don’t mean that in a “why did this happen to us” kind of way. I mean it in a “what is God trying to tell us” kind of way. I don’t think I ever thought about Regan is this perspective. I’ve simplified it to an understanding that I am called to be Regan’s mom, and called to share her love and joy with the world. I think my mom is right in that there is a deeper answer. She said on the very day we found out that Regan has Down syndrome that Regan would be her salvation. I laughed, thinking that my mom doesn’t need Regan to provide her salvation (which I could still argue to be true). But my mom’s deeper explanation the other day resonated with me. She said, “I think Regan was sent to us to teach us how to love. I don’t think I’ve loved the right way in my life.” Again, I’d argue with the second half of that statement because my mom has a love that runs as wide as the state of Texas. But I agree that I think I could use a lesson on love. I’ve mentioned before that having Regan has given me a new perspective on the world, and that certainly includes learning a deeper love. This new love is part of my new mom love, but it’s also learning the true definition of “blessed are the meek.”
I feel like I say it on repeat, but thank you to all of our framily who love us and love Regan so unconditionally. You’re a part of this very special new world and new love, and I’m so happy you’re a part of it with us.
Happy 60th, Momma/Patti! We love you!