I need to share a few things about my awesome Mom with the world.
Mom was 5'2.5 - just like me! And yes, the half is necessary to mention when you are only 5'2.
Mom had light brown (often highlighted) hair and hazel eyes (which you wouldn't often see because Mom ALWAYS wore sunglasses).
Mom was born to Ukrainian parents, and her first language was Ukrainian. She loved to eat perogies and cabbage rolls, and passed down her love of these foods to both me and my brother, Chris.
Mom studied psychology and sociology in university. ME TOO! Mom started in psychology but (openly confessed that she) sucked at statistics so she ended up switching to sociology. I double majored in psychology and sociology - Mom always said I didn't get my math skills from her, and Dad happily takes credit for them!
Mom snored - SO LOUD! She probably wouldn't love for me to tell the world this, but it was true. One time, my parents and I were staying in a hotel for one of my away hockey tournaments, and I ended up sleeping in the bath tub of the hotel room to escape Mom (and Dad's) snoring!
Mom was really calm. I have no idea how she did it, but she always stayed calm in the most stressful situations.
Mom always had the radio on - from essentially the moment she woke up in the morning to the moment she went to sleep. Her favourite genre of music was rock and her favourite artist was Elton John. Fun fact - Mom named me after the song Amanda by Boston (Dad's first pick was my middle name).
Mom was the BEST packer. She always impressed us by fitting anything and everything into a cooler. She used to drive me nuts when I was a kid because she’d always rearrange the dishwasher right after I’d put something in it. Also, whenever we were packing things, Mom would ask if it was a challenge to see if it could fit (yes, it was obviously a challenge, and yes, she'd always win).
Mom was born with a unilateral incomplete cleft lip. This is a genetic condition, and I was also born with one (mine was a bilateral complete cleft lip and cleft palate). Our journeys of being born with a cleft weren't very similar due to the severity of my cleft and the mildness of Mom's, but I do feel like we had a unique connection because of it.
Mom was my advocate, cheer leader, and biggest supporter.
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