Mother’s Day

I’ve been neglectful in my goal to continue to bore the B-Jesus out of you all (all indicates many….perhaps it is too strong a word) who read this blog of mine.

I’ve been very busy lately – creating an organized table (30 pages long with 15 rows on each page) of each person’s name, address, act of kindness, mass card…who supported the Berry family during this time (see two previous posts). Sadly, we (they) cannot possibly send a thank you card to all the wonderful people who stood on line to pay their respects – that number was over 2000 – but they (we) do thank every single person who paid a visit, said a prayer or thought about them during this time.

I’ve also had orders for cookies, doing desserts for family gatherings and trying to clean this house…it would be so easy just to move. After next week’s order – my goal (again) is to de-clutter – go through Andrew’s clothes and books and then work on making my “baking” storage spaces upstairs and downstairs more organized and easy to use. I realized last week that I was not using my new microplane grater that I got six months ago – because I couldn’t get to it easy enough and I didn’t take it out of it’s packaging. How stupid is that? I opened that sucker up and I grated my carrots for my meatballs so quickly and easily – I slapped myself for not opening it sooner.

Andrew has been doing so so. Better with the anger and hitting. He’s having a hard time with the concept of Uncle George being gone. He also had strep and a sinus infection.

He is so smart that it boggles my mind. (The other day he said, “Mommy I could just eat you up – well not literally”. What five year old knows the meaning of literally? (Perhaps we explain too many things to him – but I’m counting on his genius to give me a lifestyle I want to be accustomed to – some day).

The things he knows and picks up on. We were watching a portion of Good Morning America because Sam Champion was doing a piece on swimming with the manatees. Andrew is so into manatees right now – but while I was getting it ready to DVR they did a spot on the Lacrosse player in Virginia who beat his girlfriend to death. Andrew said, “He hit her?” I said, “Yes, he hit her.” Andrew continued, “She died?” I said, “Yes, he hit her so many times she died. That is why mommy and daddy are so tough on you about hitting. We cannot hit people – we can hurt them and in some cases even kill them.” “Really?” He sat there for a few minutes. He came over to me and hugged me. “Mommy I promise I’ll never hit you again.” I know that he won’t be able to keep that promise – but I know and have a feeling he will really try hard and eventually he won’t ever hit me again.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful women out there who are mothers, will be mothers, take on roles of mothers and to my mother who has been dead now for a year and a half…I know you were mentally ill and didn’t mean to do the things you did and I hope you have finally found peace and are happy.