It's been awhile, again, since I have blogged.
This post was supposed to go live a few days ago, but my husband asked me to go on a walk after dinner.
When your significant other asks you to go on a walk, you go.
Even if it's through a field with a cow path full of cow pies.
You go so you can listen to your husband talk about the ground beneath your feet, and tell you about his favorite cattle and the genetics of his favorite calves.
Well, that's why I go on walks with my husband.
I hope you have your own reasons for your walks and the path that takes you there.
So the walk along with a trip to DC with women leaders in my state delayed
my post regarding our Mother's Day Celebration and my wonderful mom.
I have written about my mom a few times, but have I told about how she IS
Pinterest, has passion, taught me about politics and has a ton of patience?
When we were younger, my mom did lots of creative stuff on her own, without Pinterest.
We had a HoBo Party once and even though they weren't fancy invitations (we were HoBos.....), you should have seen the creative spin she put on this party in the country.
She even made my sister and I pick up sticks in the yard to make hobo sticks we gave away as party favors.
The woman taught me about presentation. It's all about "Presentation, Presentation, Presentation" she says. I think that's apparent with the various parties we have hosted over the years and mom is at the center of it all.
She also taught me about patience and that you must always have it.
It's so, so hard......especially with this crazy nephew and my husband telling him to push my buttons every time we are together. They are cute though, weird, but cute.
Mom always said to pay attention to the details and have passion with what you do.
So I always make sure to have a full bar at my parties. I'm passionate about making sure everyone has a good time!
And that would include a dessert bar.
This Mother's Day we had a float bar because mom loves Root Beer floats (and so did little boys, apparently).
It's nice to display your affection but we must always remember to have love when doing it too.
Just like my mom tried to make celebrations special for us as kids, I try to do the same with the nieces and nephews. They got their own "Kids Only" section in the yard along with a chair for whoever was princess at that moment.
My mom always allowed my sister and I to run free. Even though it stressed her out with the amount of things we committed to, trips we took to strange places and crazy things we tried, she was always supportive of us running free to figure out what we wanted out of life.
On this Mother's Day as the kids were running free in the field, I was reminded that mom gave me the opportunity to run free and find my own path.
I ran free a lot and down a lot of paths with a lot of passion.
One even led me to love public service and politics so much that I am considering running for office someday.
Not sure what or when, but someday.
I thought a lot about it last week when I was in DC with wonderful, passionate, involved women graduating from a women's political leadership class.
I thought of my mom and said a little prayer thanking God for her.
Then I laughed because at random moments one of my favorite memories of my mom pops into my head.
We were young kids and she was a young working mom who wore red business suits.
One night we got home and the calves were out in our yard, again.
She yelled, "Katie! Sarah! Get out of the car and go run through the yard and chase them back in!"
We did as we were told but the next thing I knew, she was chasing the cows with us....in her red suit! She had kicked off her heels and joined us, running free in the yard chasing those calves back into the pasture.
So I wonder, will my passionate, political life take me down the path full of cow pies where I have to kick off my heels and chase cattle out of my yard while wearing a cute, green dress?
Well, I hope so.
May God grant me the patience to be as great as my mother someday.
And thanks, mom, for giving me the passion to try.
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