Happy Mother’s Day!

“But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.” 
 Mitch Albom (For One More Day)
At my house there is a drawer. A drawer that contains hundreds of photos. We actually attempted to organize it a few years ago, but we were only somewhat successful. There are photos of the week my parents brought me home, mine and my sisters pre-school graduations, the day I got my first car, proms, and vacations. What I started to notice is that most of the photos are of me and my sister, or of us with our dad. It seems that my mom was always the one taking the photos, and  unfortunately, I’m notorious for “ruining” family photos. I’m always sticking out my tongue or sticking out my butt. Even in our family home videos there’s a constant sound of “Lauren, please stop…Lauren, don’t stick out your tongue that isn’t nice…Lauren, we just want one nice clip of you not shaking your butt.” What can I say? Not much has changed. ;)
I haven’t been an easy kid. I’m the first to admit to that. After you have a shy, sweet, calm daughter like my sister, I think I shook my parents up pretty good. I never did anything awful…but let’s just say that I found my voice at a young age and I never stopped using it. I made dinner conversations interesting, I came home past curfews, got way too many speeding tickets, and injured myself on numerous occasions doing something stupid. My dad definitely did the disciplining, which pretty much consisted of  me being grounded.. A LOT. My mom, however, always let me off after a few days. I love her for that. For always giving me another chance, even when she probably shouldn’t have. 
(This photo stays on our refrigerator. Basically because everyone loves making fun of my look. So, maybe I was a little confused!)

Since I’ve become a nanny I find myself connecting with my mom on a different level. I need advice. I need reassurance. I need to know that every emotion that I feel is normal. Her encouragement means everything to me. At the end of every conversation I have with  my mom she never fails to say, “And Lo, I’m very proud of you, and I love you.” In that moment, that means everything to me.

I wish that I could put into words how much you mean to me. Thank  you for always letting me know that you love me no matter what, because I know that I’m not always easy to love. Thank you for your acceptance, because I know that I’ve always kept you on your toes.  Most of all, thank you for being my mom, and for being proud to say that you are. I hope that I’m half the woman as you one day. I love you more than you’ll ever know. xoxo.
meand mom


  1. beautiful post, lauren. the last picture of you two is wonderful!

  2. This brought me to tears! What a sweet and thoughtful daughter you are. I’m guessing this will be her favorite mothers day gift!

    p.s.–the photo of the two of you at the bottom = GORGEOUS!

  3. amazing! love everything about this.

Leave me some love!