#daughter stuff

[multi-fangirlism]

So my mom and I started arguing over who got to read the new book first

Me: you do realize we are fighting over a book right? Me: this isn't what normal mother-daughter arguments are over. Me: normal mother-daughter arguments= drinking, drugs, and teen pregnancy Mom: I DON'T DRINK THAT MUCH, I'VE NEVER DONE DRUGS, AND I'M TOO OLD TO BE A TEEN MOTHER!! I love my mom.

[callialire]

An ode to all my favorite dads!

Starting off with my own personal favorite (sorry dad)— to the boy I met, the man he became, and the kickass dad he is, happy fricking Father’s Day! I hope we spend the rest of our days with braids in our hair and our nails painted. Every day, I get to witness the impossible, immeasurable love you have for our daughters and I’m thankful and grateful beyond words. Every day, I fall more in love with you. You’ve not only become a father, you are a doctor and a hair stylist and a jungle gym and a tickle monster. You are the calm in our overly talkative, curly haired, big eyed storm. You are the only boy invited to tea parties, and the kindest fake food critic in all the land, you’ve never complained about a single over cooked plastic steak or pursed your lips at a cup of too sour Lego tea. It is an honor I cannot properly express to raise strong, smart, brave, beautiful young women with you. We are the luckiest girls in the world to live life with and be loved by our big boy.

To the father I got when I was 17, and I didn’t even know it yet. My father in law is single handedly the kindest, gentlest man I’ve ever known. He has shown me a whole new kind of love that I never knew existed. The epitome of a good man. It is the privilege of a lifetime to raise my daughters in the presence of his love.

To the man I didn’t get enough time with, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss you with everything in me. You are in everything good that I have. In my daughters’ favorite toys and the creaks of this old house, in the way I see the world, the way the sun feels when I sit on the porch. I think about you when I eat a particularly good meal, and when I drink a bad cup of coffee. I hope we make you proud, I hope you’re living it up, I hope you think I’m good, because you make want to be. I love you and I miss you and I always will. Happy Father’s Day bud.

I love all the dads I know, it is so big and so warm, I don’t know where to keep it all, it makes me feel like the sun. I am the luckiest girl.

Happy Father’s Day!!

[callialire]

Mother's Day is this weekend and when I think about love...

I think about decaf sweet tea, and forced California road trips because he can't get better here, I wish he could. So bad, I wish he could. But, he can't. So you tell him to go.

I think about airplane tickets and rental cars and McDonald's hashbrowns because it's the only thing you'll eat before a game and something is better than nothing, after all.

I think about video games. And frozen pickle juice. A fancy new bed for your dog to sleep on. My address programmed into all of your apps so you can send me something whenever you think of me.

I think about a birthday cake sent to my Texas front door the very first time I left the state to become my own family. How you call to sing happy birthday in the same high pitched tone, fighting through laughter every single year. Even though you hate birthdays.

Mostly, when I think about love (you know the kind), I think about my mom.

I think about how she knows Jason couldn’t sleep when his face was covered, so even in death, she wouldn't let that be. ("Don't," she tells the doctors. "Don't cover his face. He hates that, don't cover his face please.")

I think about how there is always apple juice and fruit snacks in her home. How her door is always unlocked, and if it isn't, she makes sure we have the code to get in. I think about how, even at 25 years old, she still lets me curl up in bed with her and cry when I need it.

I think about how our conversations are mostly half spoken sentences, because we don't even need the whole thing at this point. Speaking in a language only the two of us know, laughing at jokes we haven't even said.

Sometimes, I can only take a deep breath in the kitchen I grew up in. Sometimes, it's the only place where everything doesn't feel like so much.

Sometimes, when I think about love, it has a face. And it is the first face I ever saw, it is the first voice I knew. Before I knew about the sun and stars and boys and daughters, it all comes back to her.

So yeah, when I think about love, I think about my mom.

[callialire]

I take pictures of my daughters laying in bed with my mom, we call every day even though we live 10 minutes away, I have videos of the way the three of them giggle together. It’s one of the best ways to be loved, by a grandmother. I get to see my girls know that. It brings a little bit of peace.

I’ve officially been without you longer than I was with you, and I still tell you all the good things, and the not so good things. I can still catch a piece of you in cigarettes and fresh coffee brewing. You’d hate the way the Broncos are playing. But, you’d love the girls. Oh my God, you’d love them. And they would be so lucky to know you, and they’d love you more than me. I can’t always remember your voice, but sometimes I wake up with the feeling that you’re still here. In the jokes we tell, especially in the food we cook, and the feeling when we’re all together.

I miss you, and that’s just how I’ll always feel now and that’s okay. (Mom is a great grandma, don’t worry. That’s where I see you the most. All the love I get to miss, my girls get to have.)

[callialire]

This one is for the girlies dude. The girls who gave me entry to this crazy club, put me in the same boat as so many women I idolize. for the women who taught me strength and independence and love. For the women who get to know my babies, and hold my hand through this journey and the women who never got to know me as a mom but taught me so much nonetheless.

Today is especially for my mom— who loves my babies inside and out, who keeps my secrets and keeps my head from getting stuck too far up my own ass. Keeps me standing upright in all of the storms, even if she’s struggling to keep her own feet on the ground.

For my mother in law who gave me the boy I get to raise amazing young women with. Who taught me a whole new kind of chosen love and always remembers when we run out of vitamins. Who just likes hanging out with our girls.

Today is for the girls, for the women, for the mothers. How great is that

[arwyen-nyx]

Ah. We have a small festival today for my daughter and her schoolmates.

A bit of a madhouse, but they're all having a blast~

[leader-colress]

I will never drink, never smoke...Never do any bad thing in that category. I have to set a great example for my daughter, right? 

Right.