I've told you what a sweet mother–in–law I am blessed to have. But, I've neglected to share stories of my own mama.
Simply put — she is the bomb. Whatever positive adjective you can think of, she embodies it. To see why my ma rocks, .
On any given day, "Reeney," as she is known, is the perfect mother, grandmother, daughter, sister and wife. She is currently playing "Super Mom" at my house as my nanny went to her homeland for three weeks, leaving me with a daycare dilemma. My mother stepped up to the plate and left her life 1,500 miles behind so she could help take care of my child.
Giving up her own routine, surroundings, and family back home, she is tending to mine like royalty. Every night when we come home, she has dinner prepared and clothes folded on the bed. A pediatric nurse by training, she arrived just as my wee one came down with a four–day fever. I felt better leaving my tot with her than if I had stayed myself.
While on the topic, I should also give props to grandma. Reeney's mother "Mimi" is "la reyna" (the queen) of my family. She says whatever she wants, to whomever she wants, however she wants. And while it doesn't often score her brownie points, we all love her for her spunk. She has more love in her old partially artificial heart than we could ever dream.
My sister and I regularly gush about how lucky we are to be descendants of the selfless Reeney. We'd be pleased to evolve into any sort of reflection of her.