This Mom Is Not Normal.

I’m supposed to write about the awesome new websites we launched last week. But I’m feeling too rebellious for that sh!t. But not rebellious enough to write without censorship…

I’m rebelling because Mom’s (or Momma’s as I like to call them) are too awesome for one post. Awesomer than any site we could ever launch.

So here’s their second post.

While your Momma might have scolded you for making up words like “awesomer,” mine wouldn’t have dreamt of that. Don’t get me wrong, she had things she was strict about: Improper grammar – definitely; forgetting to say “ma’am” or “sir” – absolutely. But not making up my own words. Or making anything, really. She was really into creativity through art, writing, word creation, and especially crafts (now the ever-trendy “DIY”).


You see, my Momma was a math and science teacher. I pretty much knew every math acronym/made-up-saying/story for any type of math problem-solving out there by 4th grade. She taught 6th and 7th grades. As her loyal paper-grader, we would make up stories together – alternatives for her students that didn’t catch on to the average “My Dear Aunt Sally” and “Keep It, Change It, Flip It.”

She was always bringing home weird things from our summer days at the beach. Stinky, prickly and sometimes rare shells/washed-up dead animals (small ones and yes, that’s very illegal now). We would bleach/sun/scrape whatever we needed to FOR THE SAKE OF EDUCATION…what a couple of weirdos.

We called toes “pigs” and our family was commonly referred to as “The Griswold’s.” We said things like “colder than a witch’s titty” and “what’s that got to do with the tea in China?” Most of our other family members had nicknames like “Weech” and “Boo”. All normal. TOTALLY normal. My college roommate finally asked what the hell I was talking about…”Oh,” was all I responded.


My new normal is talking to my Momma in quiet moments in nature, the car, the beach, and late at night. As you may have guessed by the past tense (and knowing how adamant she was about grammar), my Momma has passed away. Even in passing, Momma’s can teach you things…That you should really learn to appreciate things/people/hugs/the beach. That just because you lose your Momma doesn’t mean she is gone. That other Mom’s will help out when your Mom can’t. And THAT is what is so awesome about Mom’s.

Disclaimer: I know not everyone has a Momma and I hear you and respect that – but I really hope you have someone in your life that you  think of as your Momma – a neighbor, an aunt, your dad/sister/cousin/best friend/brother/etc. Momma’s go beyond blood, friendship and gender. They are all about love.

If you don’t have someone that fits this description – I will be your Momma. You email me. Because everyone deserves that kind of love.