|My mom, Julie Case, smiling at Ben and holding Catalina|
(I love this picture because my mom is often smiling
the most when she is with her grandkids!)
Some of my earliest memories are of my mother letting me just be "me" which is about as close to a miracle as I will ever witness. I was horrible! Those of you that have known me mostly just as an adult will find this unbelievable but I used to be VERY hyperactive and unable to focus on anything. I remember my mom telling me stories of my childhood ... one in particular stands out ... I came bounding into her room and pounced on her in the bed and shouted "it's fwee-o-clyock mommie ... let's play" ... this was 3:00 AM! And despite this kind of rambunctious energy she loved me and supported me.
Oh sure there are funny stories what my parents had to do to get me to calm down, but the truth of it is ... a lesser mother would have taken me for a ride and driven the car off a cliff. Or beaten me senseless to try and get me to settle down. Or just shunned me. Or quarantined me to my room. Or sent me to a boarding school. You get the picture ... my amazing mom did NONE of those things. She just loved me. She showed patience much more than she would ever believe or care to accept as the truth.