Hi there! It’s Cass stepping in here for Kristin today to introduce a very very special guest poster: Kristin’s Mom. As I’ve gotten to know Kristin over these past few months it was quite apparent that she comes from a powerhouse of a Mom and the following post will prove just that. Tissues ready because we all want to hear this from our Mom.
Next week my best friend will officially be an author. The bonus – she’s my little girl! Wow – an English teacher’s dream, right? I work for a publishing company – I get how big this is. I’m proud! Not the first time Kristin has made me proud – lots of those moments – gymnastic championships, valedictorian, , Academic All-American, making her lifelong dream of being a “mom” come true, mother of three delightful, balanced children.
I was asked to comment on what she was like growing up…as I look back it is easy to see that in many ways she has always been getting ready for her job!
- Who knew the 20 minute power naps she took on the way to the gym would be vital training for being a “twin mom” who needed to sleep when she could?
- She always understood her own body – where it was in space so that when she fell from her high chair she landed on her feet and not her head. She’s continued to land on her feet even when all she felt was the fall. From cancer to twins, she barely wobbled.
- She knew when she needed to eat and what she needed to eat to make her feel balanced. So when Taylor says she needs salad Kristin understands the importance of listening to that.
- She enjoyed working alone better than with a group so when Sydney needs her “space” her mom understands how critical that is.
- When on a team she was driven to be the best so her team could be the best. She continues to do that – except this time her family is her team.
She shares her children – not always easy for a mom to do – but because she’s willing the kids and I have memories to last a lifetime! A date with Gabe to see the Lion King and accompanying him to a Justin Bieber concert…holding Taylor tight as we watch our beloved Tinker Bell fly at Disneyworld…having Sydney snuggle in my lap early in the morning after an “overnight” when just the two of us are awake to talk about a myriad of things. Those are gifts my daughter gives. She understands the importance of family.
She’s wise. She knew to say “I need help” when she was overwhelmed with Gabe and the girls. And she was strong enough to stand her ground when she was sure she was right. Sure, I thought she should put their spaghettios in a bowl instead of directly on the highchair tray. But after watching the girls dump them out and throw the bowl a couple times I had to admit she knew the right thing to do. She knew there was a reason Sydney choked. She knew there was a way to make sure they talked. She knew with every fiber of her being that they would be bright and successful.
She didn’t have time for baby books no one ever looks at. She doesn’t have albums filled with pictures in chronological order. She doesn’t have shelves of videos. Instead she has a book her children will treasure for a lifetime. Every word, every tear, every giggle is an honest one. Next week my daughter is officially an author – and I’m proud of her – every minute of every day!