For my girls (and a little bit for me), PART 8

8. What are five passions you have?

Family, writing, photography – do we really need to go there? You know I could rattle for days about my perfect-for-me husband and precious princesses, my affinity for the written word and my love of photography. The purpose of this blog series is to tell you girls something you may not know about me, so I’m leaving those out.

So what’s left? Admittedly, this question was hard for me to answer. I spend so much time and mental/emotional/physical energy focusing on my family that I’m not quite sure what my other passions might be. Are we talking about passionate appreciation or perhaps passionate hate? Are we talking about hobbies I enjoy pursuing? Do I dare delve into the topic of intimate passion?

I’m not really sure how to answer any of those questions, and I’m not sure how you are each defining this in your mind as you read it, so here are my answers. Like them or leave them, this is what I’ve got. Just file this under the category “You get what you get, and you don’t pitch a fit.” If you want to know about something that isn’t listed here, just ask me.  

1. Cooking. I started a blog about being a Fearless Cook, but somewhere along the way I abandoned it. It’s still out there if you ever want to look it up (, but if I have done my job as your mother, you have each grown into your own brand of Fearless Cook.

Cooking is edible creativity. It’s the perfect balance of joy and frustration. It’s something I very much look forward to when I know the people for whom I’m decorating the culinary canvas are as avid about eating as I am about cooking.

2. Politeness. When I think of why everyone should be polite, I’m reminded of a traffic jam caused by a slow-moving car. If the person in the lead spot would just move more quickly, everyone poking frustratingly along behind him could go faster, too. Instantly, the traffic jam would cease to exist.

Politeness is the same way. If people made a conscious effort to be polite to each other, to use good manners and to consider the feelings of others, there would be a contagious outbreak of happiness around the world. We’re all on this spinning ball of elements together, folks. Learn to play nicely.

3. “Sons of Anarchy.” Yes, there is a TV show on my list. Life doesn’t always have to be heavy and serious.

I have never allowed you to watch this show. It’s not for the eyes of children. Sometimes I’m not sure it’s for the eyes of adults. If and when you decide to watch, I will gladly discuss it with you. No matter how many years have passed, I will still be ready/willing/able to talk about the finer points of Life in Charming.

Yeah, it’s that good.

4. Hot baths. After you ladies are off in little-girl Dreamland each night, I run a hot bath. The tub is so full that when I get in, the water nearly overflows, and my legs blister pinkishly red. The entire length of the tub is consumed with every part of me enjoying each drop of water and lounging lazily in that porcelain vat of awesomeness until the water becomes lukewarm and isn’t nearly as inviting as it was upon the first toe’s crack of the once-steaming surface.

I have actually considered draining the water and running another bath just to prolong my enjoyment of this holy, revered part of my day. At that moment, no one but Candy Crush, Pinterest, Gmail and Facebook needs me. As much as I love being your mother and listening to every repeated question and silly joke you share with me, I sometimes need to just be Rebecca so I can relax and recenter.

5. Making memories. This sort of falls under the categories of Family and Photography, but I’m going to add it anyway. Making memories is important to me to the point of being a passion.

If you look around our home, you can easily see that I love family photos, and I enjoy preserving things that remind us of good times we shared with family and friends. Every year, I design and print a book for each of you girls through Shutterfly with pictures from the activities we did together in the Spring and Summer. I keep far too many of your school papers and “beautiful pages,” as Aubrey calls them.

I encourage you to not tear pages out of your million and one journals and notebooks so that someday I will be able to put them back for you. I keep every homemade Christmas ornament and take way too many pictures of every breath we take. I blog about things like first days of school, making homemade personal pizzas together and random thoughts I want to catalog for posterity.

After I have made my grand departure from this Earth, you girls will have quite a time sifting through all the memories I leave behind. Chances are good that you won’t rememeber 99.9% of the things I thought were so important, but they will be there for you to experience regardless. Hopefully, you will give what attention you can to those items and forgive yourself for throwing away the parts that don’t interest you.

They were important to me. They do not have to be important to you. As much as I want you to remember the great times we have as a family, I am much more interested in knowing that when that time comes, you will be more engaged in living your own Life and making new memories and finding your passions with your own families.


About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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