The Company We Keep

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the many harsh yet valuable lessons I’ve learned over the course of my years on this big swirling green and blue rock called Earth. One specific lesson that has come to mind lately has been the importance of the people you choose to hang around with, and the importance that they are quality humans.

I mean, in my wise old age of 17 and three quarters I’m pretty much a life expert by now, right? I never make ANY mistakes. Whew- just at the top of my game. (I sure hope you get sarcasm).

But, in all honesty, I don’t think anyone is an “expert” on life from the get-go. You learn as you live, from experience, from happiness, from struggle, from basically everything you go through. You just grow, (if you’re open to growing). And, most importantly, if a lesson you’ve learned could help someone out, don’t hesitate to pass it along the line!

What has become so much clearer to me over the years, is what a HUGE roll the people in our everyday life play. Yes, that’s right! Your parents, your friends, your teachers, that weird mailman that gives you your Kohls coupons in the mail… they all matter. A lot more than we usually recognize.

I have heard once that you become most like the five people closest to you. Whether that be mannerisms, habits, speech, attitude, worldview, positivity..you name it. It may be a saying that holds no real scientific research or discovery, but I have noticed how much it rings true to life.

It’s not an instant change. Usually, it’s not a conscious change. either. It’s a gradual thing, that makes you look back and think to yourself, “Woah. I’m kinda different.” Essentially, what it boils down to is a little word called growth. As humans we are always soaking in what’s around us. You’ve heard how kids are “sponges” because of that very reason. I have the firm belief that we never grow out of the “sponge” stage. Everything we choose to take part in, the people we choose as our friends, the family we have, the movies we watch, the music we listen to ALL affect us as humans, whether we realize it or not.

It can either be growth into a well-rounded person, a productive citizen, a wise individual..Or it could be growth backwards, in areas that are destructive. That’s why we have to choose carefully, and guard ourselves from this. We have to remember who we are.

I had a friend. Let’s call them “Vince”… and Vince was a friend from childhood. I’ve always known Vince, always loved them like family. Vince and I were super tight. Vince was motivated, fun, and had lots of potential for the future, but kind of had the tendency to follow the crowd. Well, Vince started hanging out with some people that weren’t the best. And the changes started, little by little. First, Vince started swearing more (no judgement to anyone who swears…This just really wasn’t at all like Vince). And I think “Ok. That’s kind of weird and unexpected of them.” Then the other seemingly little things started to change, too. The movies and the shows and the music they listen to change. Then, the wild behavior started (recorded on social media, to make things worse) and I got worried (May I also add we are also teenagers). I told them lovingly, what’s going on, Vince? This isn’t like you. Are you okay? Vince said they were fine. Things go on, and eventually I confront Vince in the continued behavior that was happening, in a loving but firm way.

But Vince, instead of seeing the concern and the love of a friend, took everyone’s concern as judgement, clinging even closer to the other friends that were fostering this destructive behavior.

This was over the course of one year. It was a complete 180 from the “Vince” I knew all my life.

We need to be careful. This is a great illustration to hold tight to, to remind you just how important it is for you to choose those who will lift you up, to spend your life around. You need good friends, ones who aren’t just there for the next drink, but who are there for the ups and downs. Who aren’t afraid to tell you how things are, who will hold you accountable, and will love you through your struggle.

Although, there are other aspects to what I’m speaking of. It may not be that the people around you are leading you in the wrong direction, like Vince’s friends. It may be that the people around you are sources of negativity to you. Either way, this is harmful.

It’s harder if people that you have no choice but to be around are the ones dragging you down. None of us here on this earth get to choose our families. I was blessed for the most part with very supportive and loving parents, but not everyone is.

In those situations where the people around you feel like a rain cloud over your sunny day, try your best to guard yourself from the negativity. Don’t let it seep into your perspective. Do your best to be a light in their lives, and don’t let that pessimistic mentality sink into your thinking. I’m a very empathetic and feeling person, so I have to be careful about taking someone else’s problem and treating them as my own. I often do that with my friends or my family until the problems become a burden on myself. It’s good I care about people. BUT- there needs to be a limit to the caring. I can give advice, I can talk with them about things, but it’s up to them to make a change. That’s important for you all to remind yourself as well.

Be careful in choosing who has the privilege of knowing you, or who will have any influence in your growth as a person- positive or negative. You need people that want to see you succeed in life, and be the best person that you can be.

So, there. That’s my little spiel for the day. I feel that this is something not reflected on enough by today’s youth, or by anyone else, for that matter.

And if you’re the one that needs to do the changing, the one that is the gray cloud, or the one that seems to be going a little out of control…Be intentional in change. Realize your weakness, and make an effort for the better. It takes time, and it takes work to change for the better, but it is never impossible. The people that say “People don’t change” don’t truly know people. We all need to strive toward happiness, instead of feeling the victim of an unchanging circumstance.

P.S. I so love that I’m back on the roll of blogging, and will post some more later in the week. I think my next post will just be something fun, giving a shout out to all the awesome unrecognized songs that I jam to daily. You may not know this, but music is a huge part of me. (I kinda love it).

Thanks for reading! I want you guys to know that sometimes the topics I write, I am often preaching it to myself, as well, to remind myself of the truth. Keep learning, keep growing.

Hannah

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Be “Yourself”–A Poem Confronting Society

Be “Yourself”

But make sure yourself is a size 2

Blonde

Thigh-gapped

Cheerleader

Dating a football player

 

Be yourself.

But make sure yourself wears the perfect clothes

Not too little clothing

Not too much

You don’t want to be labelled easy

Certainly don’t want to be prudish, either, now do we?

 

Be yourself.

But make sure yourself wears makeup

Not too much

Not too little

Guys like you natural

But not that natural

 

Be yourself.

But make sure yourself talks the perfect amount.

Not too little

Not too much

Too little you must be “shy”

Too much you must be a “loudmouth”

 

Be yourself.

No, not that way.

Be yourself the way the way those runway models tell you

The way those sparkling individuals on the magazines scream at you to be.

 

And one last thing…

Conform.

Make sure yourself is just like everyone else.

…Be yourself

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Alright, you little readers, you.

This is a stark contrast to the humorous and bantering commentary of important matters that naturally springs forth from my pen to this blog..hmm, well, actually what springs forth from my laptop to this blog! …But I need you to know something. Confronting society itself isn’t always going to be a “running through wildflowers while licking an oversized lollipop” kind of thing people wish it would be. FOR EXAMPLE…on this very entry, someone made sure to point out how “upbeat” and “positive” the poem was. (Then pointed out they were using sarcasm).

This poem was for that reason exactly. This individual was simply proving my point. There will be myriads of people that you come across in life that feel you should cater to their negative opinions. As my good ol’ mom always says, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

That being said, if we want to make any change for the better in this day and age, we need to be bold to expose society’s hypocrisy for what it is. Hypocrisy! We don’t want to tip-toe around these issues! This poem’s purpose was to open more peoples’ eyes to the lies they have been told about what true beauty really is, and to tell them, “Nope. You’ve been lied to. Beauty comes from the inside, and by the way… you don’t have to constantly obsess about what people think of you! Isn’t that awesome?! If you’re living happy, healthy, and kindly, then you’re better for it! Ignore the shallow.”

So, of course, this piece is going to be raw, and it’s going to be vulnerable. It’s sending a message.

I wanted to write something meaningful that depicted the confusion that youth and adults are faced with today, the ever-changing opinions and expectations of a world gone mad with ideals. A world we are faced with. Whether it be high school, the lunch room at work, or plain old anywhere…you shouldn’t have to change everything about yourself to feel worthy or accomplished.

This poem is supposed to show how all the seemingly “harmless” opinions add up to where no one feels they can win. This what society is instilling into us, and we need to do our best to reject those lies told to us in our everyday life.

We, indeed, should truly and authentically be ourselves. (And not the cookie-cutter image people are expecting us to live up to). This poem’s root and underlying purpose is to show one person at a time that the world around us is always going to have an opinion. About what we look like, what we sound like, what we act like, it’s always trying to categorize. It’s our job to go against the grain, and be who we really are, no strings attached. If that means being a cheerleader, a soccer player, a run of the mill average ol’ human being, do it with spunk and do it knowing your worth.

You’ll be better for it in the end if you shrug off the “you’re this” and “you’re that”.

You are precious the way you are, and unless its hurting yourself or others, be authentically you.

Signing off,

Hannah

Wherefore Art Thou Blogging Schedule??

Wait a second. Is Hannah ACTUALLY being proactive and setting a schedule for her posts??

*Gasp* this has not happened in the history of EVER! How can this be??

Well, with the sarcasm out the way, the rumors that those pesky paparazzi spread (Gosh, they follow me EVERYWHERE) are true. I’ve chosen to force myself into finishing at least one post a week and publishing on Thursday. I love writing, and I love this sweet little Word Press community. It’s just been hard to finish things each week, but finish them I shall!

So, on every Thursday and any other day I randomly want to write an entry, you can be sure that it will be there for your little reader eyes to do their little reading thing.

Thanks for being such a dedicated little group of encouragers. You guys have been great.

Till next time (next Thursday)!

Hannah

First Entertainer Blogger Award Nomination, Say What??

Welp. I guess you’ve heard that the rumors are true. I’ve won a Nobel Peace Prize…

Oh, wait. Ahem. Excuse me. I’ve apparently misspoken. That won’t come for another two weeks, at least! What I really meant to say is that I’ve won the “Entertainer Blogger Award”. There we go. Can’t slur our words, now, can we?

So, yes, the Entertainer Blogger Award. There’s just something about this award that makes it my favorite out of all the others. And the fact that one of my favorite bloggers nominated me for this? Well, that just instantly made it EVEN MORE fantabulous. You like my new word there? I made it myself.

To start this award off I want to give a HUGE thank you to the lovely writer of “Dear Lily June”. I 100% recommend this blog to my  readers and give it a big whopping Hannah Stamp of Approval. That wasn’t really a thing until now, but now that it IS a thing, you should be completely amazed that she got that honor. Just saying.

You can find her here at ( https://dearlilyjune.wordpress.com/ ) You will not be disappointed. It’s filled to the brim with raw and beautifully written letters to her daughter Lily June. She gives her wisdom and experience for anything that life will bring Lily June’s way.

Well, I guess it’s time to list the rules of the award!

  • Write a post including the award picture.
  • Nominate 12 other bloggers who are funny, inspiring, and most importantly ENTERTAINING.
  • Add these rules to the post.
  • Thank the person who nominated you and leave the link to their blog!
  • Also, answer the questions down below.

These are the questions I have been asked:

1.) Why did you start to blog in the first place?

In the wise words of my “About” page, I shall answer this question.

“…you might want to know, “Why did you create this blog, Hannah?”

and I’d have to say, “Oh, that’s EASY. I created this blog to solve world hunger and win the Nobel Peace Prize, all by next Tuesday!”

And if you don’t believe THAT little trinket of knowledge, I’ll give you a second answer: I created this blog as another outlet to express myself through my writing. While being an author is my ultimate goal for the future, I am perfectly content at the moment using this blog to expressing my thoughts and opinions. We’ll see what happens from there!

2.) What is your favorite book?

I like all kinds of books. Although, I’ve been super into political/detective thrillers lately. It’s an exciting genre to read (and WRITE) !

3.) What do you hate the most?

When people think they have to be perfect to be of any importance *cough* *cough* me when I was younger *cough*

So, yeah. Embrace those flaws, people.

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4.) What is your favorite food item from the mall?

SOFT PRETZELS FROM AUNTIE ANNE’S.

I’m convinced they are the cure to 99.9% of life’s ailments.

Okay, okay, okay. They cure hunger. That is all.

5.) What is your favorite past time activity?

I’m a firm believer that even whenever you’re not doing anything, you can at least be doing something. What does this mean? If I’m ever watching some pointless video on the internet or a movie on Netflix I’m either crocheting or drawing, as well.

Another thing? Duhh. Writing! Writing is a passion of mine so you can always expect me to be writing something, in one way or another.

Now, here’s the REAL hard part. Nominating all you entertainers out there deserving of this award! I may not nominate all 12 that it says to nominate, but I definitely will nominate a few new blogs that I have come across that I’m really taking a liking to.

( https://ysobelluna.wordpress.com/ ) Her beautiful photography and writings concerning her travels inspire and ignite the wanderlust inside. I just recently found her blog no more than a month ago and I’m already sooo in love with it. So, Ysobel, you’ve gained another dedicated reader, my friend.

( https://dineandrhymeblog.com/ ) This is such a cute little blog! I just LOVE the idea behind it- it is truly unique and she executes this with such skill (and great poetry)!! So, if you like food and if you like poetry, go check this out. It’s worth it!

Those will be all my nominees for now..Hopefully, I didn’t forget anyone. I didn’t want to nominate people that I have nominated before for an award, so I need to go explore and find some more awesome blogs to follow that are worthy of awards!

Till next time!

Hannah

The Post that Started it All (Celebrating Wordsmith Observation’s One Year Anniversary!)

Well, folks. I see you’re still here one year later listening to my rambling “entertainingness” as described in my “About” page. I applaud you for sticking around for all the fun. I feel like you guys deserve a reward or something… so I’ll just give you a compliment and say that if this blog was a plane, you’d be sitting in the VIP section. What can I say? You’re just that special.

Well, now that you are comfortably lounging in your metaphorical VIP seating, I will go a bit more in-depth with this post. A few weeks ago, I got a notification on WordPress saying, “Eyyy, bro! You’re blog is having its first b-day! Congrats. You da bomb.” I mean, more or less that’s what they said. WordPress and I are super tight.

Okay, truthfully, I wasn’t even really planning on doing anything for a one-year celebration, but last minute, (*ahem* five minutes ago) I decided to  bring my blog back to its roots by displaying to my faithful readers the post that started it all. It’s kinda fun looking back on it, actually. So, why not? Let’s dive in.

 

A New School, Plus Chocolate Chip Cookies

 

“My dad founded a school for orphaned and vulnerable children.

Oh, I know what you guys are thinking, but sorry to burst anyone’s bubble… no super-human qualities in sight. Oh, I know. Very disappointing!

But, just hold up a second. We’ll get back to my dad’s lack of spidey senses in a minute. Right now I want to talk to you about something else…

Somehow, in this day and age, people think that being realistic is the absolute bomb. When really, it just blows up in their faces. See what I did there? Hahaha, so punny! I crack myself up.

Well, what these “realists” are preaching is that they’re the sensible ones. Let’s be real, though, do you think that if Abraham Lincoln, that grew up in a cramped little cabin in the middle of Tim Buck Three, had restricted himself to what was realistic, would he currently be a huge statue in Washington, D.C.? Or on that mountain called RUSHMORE? Don’t think so. Instead of being like, “Don’t dream, you get hurt.” He’s like, “Let’s rise up from this pit to be the best human being alive…plus, let’s throw honesty into the mix. Why not? Sounds good.”

But if you do take my advice to be like Lincoln, which you totally should, don’t get shot at a theater. Stay away from theaters. Just opt for Redbox. It’s cheaper, anyway.

Now, some people doubted the opening of this school. Some think, or even communicated, “Oh, that’s nice, but people don’t just open up schools.” In two years my dad’s aspirations of Providence Christian Academy became a reality. You’ve got to realize that with hard work the things that you thought you could never do, could only be a decision away.

So if your dream in life is that you want that last chocolate chip cookie in the cookie jar, and it’s gone when you go out to the kitchen…there may be some complications, but don’t immediately give up. You’ll get the cookie eventually. Don’t let anything get in the way of that cookie! If you’re out of chocolate chips, go to the store. If your siblings keep stealing the cookies, slap them. (JUST KIDDING! Don’t, I repeat, DON’T slap them). If you can’t bake whatsoever, make someone else bake them for you.

See, there’s always a way to your goals. You know, unless your goal is something physically impossible like, “when I grow up, I want to be a chicken!” Sorry to break it to you, but no amount of hard work will ever make you a chicken.

In essence, if you’re a person being restricted by the realists or the pessimists, don’t fall for their negativity. Being a realist is just a nice way of calling yourself a pessimist. Of course, you need to be REALISTIC about certain things, it’s called common sense. Because no amount of positivity will save you if you scream, “I can fly!” and jump off a cliff.

What I’m saying is the truth…you should never limit yourself, or box yourself in by society’s standards. For example, society says all teenagers are incompetent fools who don’t have enough sense in their bodies to do anything impressive. What they don’t realize is that before World War II there wasn’t any such term as “teenager”. You were either an adult, or you weren’t, which forced kids to grow and take on maturity.

“Teenagers” are the product of this society. Kids see how teens act and naturally think, “Oh, I can just do nothing whatsoever and goof off for six years.” Trust me, I remember being a little kid. All we thought about was growing up or what we’ll be like when we’re teenagers. When they see the big kids acting this way, it suddenly seems fine to follow. It’s just the cultural norm. Then the circle of immaturity continues,  especially when some continue in their childish ways into adulthood.

Of course, going against the grain will be very tough. For everyone, not just teens. People may call you a little naive, or maybe a dreamer for not being satisfied with mediocrity. Come on, though, it’ll be so worth it in the end. Even if you don’t get that chocolate chip cookie, you’ve grown from the experience.

All in all, don’t worry. You definitely don’t have to go the journey alone. Do you think a school came to be without LOADS of amazing, wonderful, and encouraging people (plus God!) working toward this end goal? Nope! Our family has had tons of friends, family, and random donators that have helped this mission, and honestly, it wouldn’t be the same without those people. I’m looking at you, Barb Clark (the wonder librarian…and music teacher, and secretary some days), Mrs. Nancy Peckman (my former second grade teacher that is a legend in the classroom), Mrs. Hussack (my mentor and another magnificent teacher for kids who have special needs), Mrs. Fitzpatrick (our art teacher that made the RENAISSANCE interesting to us), and Mrs. Bookamer (our wonderful secretary that comes in few days a week to help us, she does a fantabulous job!) thank you to all you wonderful  human beings.

Man, it was such a bad choice to start listing people. I can’t possibly list everyone! So, thank you, EVERYONE that has played a part. Grace Baptist Church, you’ve played a huge part, as well.

So the ultimate lesson here is to never let people step on your fire; instead, blaze your own trail. But, really, don’t give up on those chocolate chip cookies. They’re worth it.

…Dang it. Now I want cookies.

Your trusty unorganized blogger signing off! (Because I’ve written entirely too much, sorry not sorry.)

Hannah ”

Yaaay! Guys! Thanks so much for reading and celebrating this exciting 1-year mark with me.

Stick around. We’ve got a lot more fun left to go!

Until next time,

Hannah

Hoodies, Apple Cider, and Campfires Galore (A Welcoming to Fall)

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and Autumn was awakened.”

Raquel Franco

It’s no surprise that I’m just a little bit happy completely PSYCHED for fall, and seeing as how last week was officially the first day of this lovely season, it’s only appropriate to have an appreciation post, no?

But first, Imma be real with you. Fall hasn’t always had the same attraction to me as it does now. Actually, I never really had much of an opinion on the season until I had gotten older. I’m an only child (except for an adoptive brother that moved out very early in my life) so fall wasn’t highlighted by stories of raking leaves and jumping in with all 11 of my siblings. It was more or less just cold weather and pumpkins…and lots of em.

However, over the years, by and by, I’ve developed a real and deep appreciation for fall in all its glory. It’s easy to say I’ve slowly fallen in love with everything it has to offer. I love the crisp leaves that rustle underneath my shoes as I walk, I love the rich splendor and color that meet my eyes as I walk outdoors, I love how nature falls in the most beautiful way possible during this time and I’m left in awe.

There is so much to be happy about if you take the time to appreciate the little things. There’s fresh apple cider during a good barn party, the pies that you and your friends will make together, the sports game you will watch in the evenings while bundled up in a fuzzy blanket to lessen the cold, and it just seems like the world starts to slow down for a bit, even if for the slightest amount of time, in the fall. You get to appreciate aspects of life a lot more.

Let’s go ahead and list a few more of my favorite parts of fall that we can look forward to in the up and coming months.

Ahem..

#1 – Thanksgiving (I live in the United States)

For real, though, do I even really have to elaborate on this one?? Just the thought of Thanksgiving is making my mouth water. Pies, stuffing, casseroles, yeah. You get the picture. It’s one big fiasco of good eating, especially in my family, that has country roots. I’m convinced that growing up in the country helps homemaking skills.

#2 – Chilly Weather!

Alright. You can stop giving me that look. I’m feeling the judgment radiating through the screen before I even publish this! I know that chilly weather isn’t always that much fun at the time, but compared to our summer scorch fests, I’d take a fuzzy scarf and beanie any day over slowly boiling in Vitamin D, thank you very much.

#3 – Scented Candles

I’m sincerely sorry. I’m going to give the common girl answer (don’t worry, there will be more of those to come!) and say scented candles. Because, really, who can’t resist the smell of sugar cookies and pumpkin pie wafting from a melted wax? Name the person, and I will be shocked.

#4 – Cappuccinos

See? I warned you. We’ve got another cliche answer on our hands, ladies and gents. You know what, though? I’m going to own it and wear this cliche answer with pride. Cappuccinos in the fall time = the perfect combination. The cold weather mixed with a good steaming cup of joe is the BEST way to start the day off right.

#5 –  Campfires

Fall is one of the best times of the year to do campfires with friends and family. Why? Well, my friends, I’ll tell you…by fall, all the evil little mutant bugs that enjoy making our lives miserable will be dying off *YAY* and bug bites become much less common. This makes for a much happier Hannah when it comes time to gather round the fire and tell scary stories.

#6 – MY BIRTHDAY!

Eyyy, well lookie there. My birthday is in fall, too! And if that’s not a reason to like fall at least a little more, I don’t know what is!

#7 – The Beautiful Foliage

As I said before, nature is at one of its most beautiful parts of Autumn. Photography will be a cinch since everywhere you look the world will be your own personal canvas of color to capture.

Well, it’s ten o’clock at night as I am writing this, and I think I’ve officially finished up with my little nod toward fall. I know this isn’t what I normally write (I normally don’t write in list format)…only if it’s an award post, but trust me, I’m getting used to junior year’s work and am starting to have much more time for blogging. So, hold on to your seats, folks! There will be more material to come very soon

What are some of YOUR favorite parts of Autumn? List them all down in the comment box! I would be curious to see everything!

In conclusion, thank you sticking around to read through this lil’ ol’ welcoming to fall. I wish you all a very lovely day and a HUNDRED cappuccinos and bonfires in your near future!

What?! It’s the best blessing I could fathom.

Until next time,

Hannah

 

 

Junior Year & Growing Pains

Well, I’m here to break the news to everyone.

Five days ago, officially, I became a big bad junior in high school. Approximately one year until senior year, about ten giant leaps closer to graduation. So, yes, you’ve heard right. Hannah is growing up.

Wait! What are you doing?

Oh, come on! Pull it together, man! There’s no crying in blogging!

The truth is, it hadn’t even sunk into me until the first week of school that I, indeed, was finally one of those “big kids” that I always wanted to be more like. In second grade I remember my best friend Brooke and I always looking at the juniors and seniors, planning and imagining what we’d be like when we were finally “grown up” and about to go to college like them.

Now, instead of playing pretend we’re actually getting dangerously close to being on our own. Weird, huh? The days feel like years and the years are feeling like days.

So…my mom and I were going school shopping last week, just a girl’s night for her and I. Notebooks, binders, pens, highlighters, and the likes…nothing exciting, but just going out and shopping together was fun.

We were walking through the busy aisles and talking and laughing as we are accustomed to doing. She stops in her tracks in front of the food department and smiles a sad little smile at me.

“This is one of the last times I’m going to go school shopping with my baby.”

I smile back at her and wave off the comment. “Hey, maybe not! I’d have seven more years of this if I go to law school.”

She laughs, and we continue on the long voyage through the seemingly endless aisles of Walmart. Eventually, we check out with about our cart filled to the brim with school supplies.

And trust me, when I tell you this, guys…if there were ever a paper shortage on earth, just holla at me and I’ll send a notebook your way. When notebooks are 17 cents, we’re going to take advantage of it.

But, after the school supply fiasco, my mom and I still hadn’t eaten (at almost 9), so we decided to make a late night Wendy’s stop. We went inside, laughed, ate, talked, all as my mother tried her best to embarrass me by singing to the oldies on the overhead radio, but she didn’t embarrass me! (Mostly, because practically no one was there, but still…that’s progress!)

I knew at that very moment, this was a time that I’d remember for the rest of my life. Being with my mom, one of my very best friends (and sometimes, arch nemesis), and just having her be there for me. I know I’m lucky in that aspect. I have both my parents and they love me, no matter how much I resist them and would like my freedom at times, I know I would be lost without them.

So, on my first day as a junior, I could tell my mom was a little off. Being a mother is a tough deal. You take care of someone for years and years and then you are expected to let go…just like that. And my mom was just thinking of that inevitable clock ticking down.

I guess this piece is mostly to reassure everyone (especially those moms out there) that if your kid is growing up, don’t be scared! Being a mom doesn’t end at a specific point. I’ll always need my mom, no matter how old I am. Her motherhood doesn’t have an expiration date.

So, Mom..(since I’m sure we all pretty much know that this was directed toward you), thanks for all you do for our family and all that you have done specifically for me. I really appreciate it. I’m feeling all that excitement and joy looking forward to the future and all there is to come! I know you are too 🙂

Loveee you, Mom!

Hannah