Time with Oma

It’s always a bit sad on Oma’s last morning with us. We have such a limited circle these days that it is even more of a highlight to have her visit. Belle helped her scramble up the eggs and cook them. She absolutely loves being a kitchen helper. Oma served them up with reheated blueberry pancakes she had made the other morning for them. Food has always been a language of love for us. Wholesome, healthy meals made to nourish those you care about.

My husband and I took a few hours for ourselves one night, my mom and I took an afternoon for some mother-daughter time, and having my mom here means we don’t have to do all the parenting or entertaining. It’s a wonderful reprieve. It’s also wonderful to have another like-minded adult around. I love the conversations and debates my husband and I get into, but I often forget what it’s like to have such a fluid conversation about hot topics. I mean, she did raise me.

So now that the house is more orderly again (my mom is amazing at keeping up on those daily tasks that pile up when you skip a day or two), I should be able to maintain this for about a week or so. With the girls help of course. I really love my mom’s visits for the time my kids get with her. They become these amazing people around her. They can also be absolute terrors too, but I try to focus on the positive. They’re still figuring it all out. I expect them to get frustrated and overwhelmed a lot.

As usual, it was a pretty brief visit, but we cherished every moment and look forward to her next one. Even my husband.

Published by adg34

Wife, mother, massage therapist, crafter, book lover, and nature lover.

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