Cheryl

Sitting down to write this blog post about my mom is not how I would choose to spend this rainy, cold, heavy-hearted Saturday in November; just 5 days since my mom passed away.  But I will do it, and get it posted as soon as I can, because I know that she’s looking for it from above.  She loved to read my mamamooregon blog, and share it with her friends. She told me this all of the time.  “Kathy, you’re such a good writer!”  She would scroll back through old posts, telling me of her favorites on here.  I don’t actually think that my ability to do a post was what she admired.  I think that what she was really saying was that she enjoyed reading my posts because it’s where she could reap what she sowed as a mother, and brag about her family…that she loved more than anything.  So, here goes…..

My mom was a mom at her core.  Mothering was her greatest accomplishment and greatest joy in life.  She gave birth to the 4 of us kids within a 4 ½ year time span.  She always said that looking back, those years with kids at her feet were her favorite.  We were always her priority, and we knew it; felt it.  She kept our faces clean with a swipe and a rub of her big thumb with her saliva as the cleaning agent.  We sure hated that.  As adults, my mom would always tell us how much she loved that the 4 of us kids actually like each other and would choose to spend time together.  This made her most proud.  She loved seeing us being both siblings and friends.  As a mom, I now totally get it.   This was truly a gift that she treasured.

 She was the kind of mom that all of our friends thought to be ‘so cool’.  She had an open door policy on our house, and it thrilled her that our house was the house where everyone would hang out.  I now know why it was that way--my mom made everyone feel welcome and was happy to accommodate another dinner plate or two for whichever friend happened to be there at meal time. Things were easy at the Slater household.  It felt like home to everybody.

 On my 13^th birthday, my mom even loaded all of my slumber party friends into our van and drove us to the next neighborhood so that we could T.P. our Social Studies teacher’s house.  “Coolest mom ever!” everyone proclaimed.  As a mom, she was always supportive rather than judgmental or rigid.  As teenagers, she never gave us a curfew, but rather trusted us to show good judgment.  I think that her easy going style of parenting is what ultimately kept all of us out of trouble…we would never do anything to break the trust that we had, and we knew that our mom had 100% faith in us and our decisions.  It was a magical combination.

My mom was fun.  She was also quite funny.  Although often times her jokes were borderline inappropriate, she loved to laugh and make others laugh.  She loved the simple pace of everyday life (“nothing fancy!”), and was always beyond generous to others.  She really was full of love.  She made the best clam chowder around.  She loved her animals.

My mom was rich with friendships.  She always would say “I have so many friends!” and yes, she did.  Friends from her childhood, friends from her neighborhood, friends from bunco, friends from work, friends from the grocery store, friends from online, friends from everywhere.  Cheryl was the kind of person who could be friends with just about anyone.  She was open to others and always gave people the benefit of the doubt, and welcomed them in.  As rich as she was with friends and being with them, my mom was also very comfortable with her alone time, and ‘putzing’ around the house.  She loved it when she actually didn’t have to go out to get anything for the day.  It was like a little victory to her, as she loved to stay put and “see what the day might bring.”

My mom was not perfect; in fact there were some things about her that drove us kids crazy over the years.  Her inability to have her picture taken (“I don’t know how to smile!”), her constant worry about her hair looking bad, how she planned things by verbalizing them out loud (“I am going to go fold the laundry, then I will get dinner started!”), how she would leave the dishwasher hanging open and the water running in the sink for no good reason, her smoking, her dance moves, how she would shake tons of salt on her food before tasting it, her uncanny ability to show up early to every single event, her lack of smooth social graces at times, the list could go on.  But those were all things that made Cheryl, Cheryl.  It’s funny how those annoyances quickly become treasures to our memory.  I can hear her voice in all of the above.

My mom joined Facebook, and she sure had fun connecting with people on there.  Sister Susie and I had made a pact that we wouldn’t friend her because we feared what she might write with her comments.  Well, eventually Susan caved, and accepted her friend request.  My mom was always the first to post/comment on her wall, and often times we would call or text each other and just cringe at what mom had just typed.  It drove my mom crazy, but I held strong and never would accept her friend requests.  She would jokingly give me grief about it all the time.  (Just so you know mom, even with your passing I didn’t rush to suddenly accept your request.  That would have made you so mad.)  I’ll leave that one pending.  Forever.

 My mom died much too soon, and I know that she didn’t want to die yet.  There were places to go, grandchildren to love, jokes to tell, friends to visit.  She was so angry that pancreatic cancer had found her-- but she was ready for the fight.  She always had a fear in the back of her mind about this awful disease, because her father died from it nearly 45 years ago.  One of my mom’s favorite things to say, that she echoed from granny, was that “all will be as intended.”   I don’t think that this is what she agreed to when she said those words.  She intended to do a lot more living.  She will be missed. 

My Mom

My heart is broken into a million little pieces, so this blog post won't be much right now, but I am posting to let the world know that we lost a good one~my mom.  She died on Monday, November 12th due to complications from pancreatic cancer. 

Mom, I know that you loved this blog.  You can still find updates here.

We love you and will miss you terribly. 

We know that you are at peace.

Godspeed to you, G'ma.

Grade 3

Who is who?  Guess the 3rd grader.

No more hospital!

After 3+ weeks in the hospital (with a brief 2 nights of being out) my mom was officially discharged yesterday and will be doing her initial recovery at our house.  The boys think that it's fun having g'ma here.  We just hope that she continues on with her recovery from surgery so that she can get strong and ready for the next phase....chemotherapy.

Cancer sucks!

My mom's cancer journey begins

Last Friday, September 21, my mom was admitted to OHSU Knight Cancer Institute and the battle of her life began.  3 weeks prior, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

She underwent an 11 hour surgery called the Whipple. 

She is still in the hospital and is making great progress with her recovery.  However, the story doesn't end here with a stitched up belly.  She will most likely face chemotherapy and a long recovery period.  But she's a fighter  and she is going to whip this thing called cancer. Give it the smack-down.  

My mom has an amazing network of family and friends.

Thank you for all of the love and support out there! 

First Day of School

 Today was the first day of school for these handsome 3rd grade boys.
(Click here to see all of their first day of school pics.)

 Today was the first day of school for this mama, too. 

A corner of Mrs. Moore's room.  It's going to be a great year!

Coco the Snail

We have a new pet at our house...Coco the snail.  I figured that he would last about 24 hours, and that would be the end of it, but no~ it's been almost 2 weeks and he's still going strong.

 Nate found him near a creek at a nature camp that he went to a few weeks ago.  He thought it was just a shell, but once he got home, he realized that there was a living creature inside.  We quickly made a makeshift habitat.  Rocks, dirt, algae water, and fish food to eat.  We were going to be heading out of town for our annual beach trip the next day, so we had to set it all up in a big tub with a lid.

Coco's lovely habitat, complete with colorful polished stones.  Can you find Coco in this picture??

 Let me tell you, this is a real low maintenance pet.  Except for when the lid is left off and he slides his way up the siding on the house.  I've gotta say, he's one cool snail.

This makes us 'other people'

Last year amidst the chaos of having my dad  in the hospital and clinging to the last few days that he would have on this earth, I remember my mom telling me the story and words that my grandma had said when my grandpa was sick and dying almost 45 years ago. 

 "Well, this makes us other people, doesn't it?" she said.

 Because, as you know, these types of scary, sad, and heartbreaking life events are the kind of things that happen to other families.   Not yours.  Not mine.  Just other people.

On Thursday, my mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.  This makes us  'other people' again.

Please send your love, well-wishes, prayers, good-vibes, strength and light our way as we begin this journey.

I know that she'll fight the fight, but dang~it just really sucks.

I've still got it!

 On our drive home from the beach, we stopped at the Dairy Queen in West Salem for some lunch.  This was especially fun for me, because I worked at this Dairy Queen all through my high school years, and even a summer when I was in college.  I was the Dairy Queen.  I even remember when Blizzards were introduced back in 1985.  We had to crush the candy by hand.  Anyways....I digress. 

I have always said that I would love to go back for just one day and make all of the scrumpdillyicious treats again.  So  after I told the young workers that I had worked there 30 years ago we had an instant kinship.  I figured this was my one chance to give it a 'swirl' again, so I asked if I could make my own cones.  Thankfully, the young fellow thought that I was kind of funny and he let me do it.  I nailed both of the cones that I made with the perfect DQ swirl on the top! I happily handed them to Chris and Nate and they enjoyed those cones like no others.

 I can mark that one off of the bucket list.

Beach Trip 2012

 We did it again~our annual beach trip with the Slater-Cotter-Moore families.  This time we were at a new house that was in Lincoln Beach. We loved it, and it's already booked again for next summer!

The weather was great, and we literally didn't leave the house this year. 

One of the highlights of this house was the hot tub that was on the deck overlooking the ocean.

When you vacation with Aunt Susie, you have to get your workout in.  Here is Chris working those arm muscles.  Notice the STRENGTHstudio t-shirt?

Cousins.
 These 7 love each other so very much and have so much fun together.

Uncle Greg and Grandma drove over for a day trip and joined in the fun.  Greg's aeronautical skills helped to get this kite up.

Cousins on the rocks. 

This group is really good at posing for cute pictures.......

......until the threat of a wave approaching from behind!

Guess who that is with Aunt Susie?  Yep, it's Will with his way-cool back-to-school hooded face  sweatshirt.

Fireworks and a fire on the beach at dusk.  So exciting.

Sister Susan and me.  Suh-Suh.

It was a windy beach, so we tried to move logs to make a wind-block.  Such a strong group.  Somebody had to take the picture!  :)

Some of the crew after a beach combing and hiking morning adventure.

A fiercely competitive game of ladder ball between Chris and Susan.  Chris won. 

The view from the top of the stairs that led us down to the beach. 

The whole gang on the last night. 

Greg, Susan, Mom, Me, Mark. 

The whole gang on the last night. With the way that time flies, we'll be back before you know it!

Back to School Shopping

"Hey Nate, do you want to try on everything for our first day of school outfits when we get home?"  I heard from the back seat of the car on our way home from Target.  

"No."  Nate replied.  End of story.  

It was so funny and interesting shopping for some back to school clothes with these boys today.  

Christopher has very clear ideas about what he will wear...he's into the 'skateboarder' look~cargo shorts, cool t-shirts, hoodies, black socks and fashionable shoes.

Nate, on the other hand, could care less about the whole thing.

I seriously think that he would be just fine if he showed up at school on the first day with absolutely nothing new.  It doesn't seem to matter too him at all, and all  he wanted to do was get out of the clothing department and check out the toy department.  I kept asking him if we could get him some cargo shorts too.  Absolutely not.  He really wanted nothing to do with them.  We did come to the conclusion that Chris is 'cargo' shorts guy, and Nate is 'sport' shorts guy.  So, I tossed a pair of athletic shorts in the cart and called it good.

Oh, and Chris looked super 'tight' with his 1st day of school outfit that he tried on.  We'll see what Nate ends up with on September 5th.

Good Times in Seattle

I may never drive to Seattle again.  Last Friday, the boys and I took the train to Seattle for a long weekend, and we had a GREAT time!  Riding the rails is a fun way to get there.

 Upon our arrival, we were introduced to the Cotter's newest member of the family...Truffle the hamster.  I'm not usually fond of these types of critters, but let me tell you~this hamster was extremely cute and cuddly.  She would fall asleep in in your hand almost every time that she was held.  Of course, Chris and Nate fell in L-O-V-E.  And no, this doesn't mean that we want a hamster of our own. 

On Saturday, we went downtown to Ride the Duck.  What a fun adventure and sightseeing tour of Seattle!  We rode through the city learning all kinds of fun facts,  then rode right into the water on this amphibious vehicle.  Susan's friend Deirdre and her 3 boys us joined us too, to celebrate her birthday. 

 Space Needle!  Nate was really disappointed that he didn't get to 'touch' the Space Needle.  

Next trip, I guess!

 We always eat really well when we visit Seattle!  This was the fresh salmon/green salad dinner. 

Mmmmmmm.  Aunt Susie is the hostess with the mostess.

 On Sunday we went down to the waterfront and rode on the Great Wheel...Seattle's newest attraction.

After the ride we played some games in the arcade, then we had a picnic lunch on the pier.  Lots of fun!

 It was a hot and sunny afternoon, so we walked over and checked out the International Fountain that is part of the Seattle Center.  It's kind of hard to see how massive this fountain is, but it was huge!  Of course, Nate and Caroline just couldn't resist, so they went home soaking wet. 

Cousins. 

 Aside from the adventures that we went on, these 5 had so much fun jumping on the trampoline next door, making scavenger hunts, and playing all kinds of fun stuff.  We love going to Seattle.  Thanks, Cotters! 

Ainsworth and Moore

Today was a great day!!

I was offered a teaching position at Ainsworth Elementary.

I will be teaching 1st grade there, and I am beyond thrilled about it.

Dan took this photo today right near our house at the corner of Moore and Ainsworth~

I'm thinking that it's the perfect intersection.

A Sad Day in the 'Neigh'borhood

 Remember the horses that live at the curb next door?

Well, there's been a sad event, and Silver is no longer with us. 

 Two nights ago a group of hipsters (well, actually, they looked like roller-derby girls) on roller skates rolled down the street and one of them grabbed and stole the white horse.   I saw it all go down, and yelled at her from the porch at the

 top of my lungs that she needed to "bring it back or I was going to call the police!"

 She took off at full speed to catch up with her friends with the horse named Silver in her hands. She turned the corner and I thought that she was gone.  However, a few minutes later, she skated back by and I saw that she still had the horse.  I was so mad about the theft that I got in my car and chased her down several blocks away, and demanded that she give me the horse back. We exchanged some words, but in the end, I won and she handed the horse back to me. She told me that I was stupid and that this should be an episode of Portlandia; which at the time, I couldn't agree more.  Who chases down plastic horse thieves on roller skates?  

 I brought Silver back to the house, put him at the curb, and shared my story with Judy, my next door neighbor who owns the horses.  The story gathered a lot of attention of Facebook, as my friends thought that I was a hero, and that the gal who stole it was a complete thug with no respect for her community. 

Judy tied a new collar on the horse that was made of wire, fancied up the fence, and put a miniature 'Neighborhood Watch' sign up right next to the horse.  All was good in the world.  Until we woke up this morning.  When I looked out the window and didn't see a white horse, I knew that there was trouble.

This is the scene that we woke up to.  I walked out to the curb and my heart sank.  The horse and the sign had been stolen, the fence and Clyde were knocked over, a Lone Ranger doll (and 2 miniature horses) were added to the curb, and bright red paint representing blood was splattered all over the curb and horse corral.  The hipster roller derby gal had come back for revenge! What a senseless act which left us feeling sad.  Clearly, this loser of a person has some anger issues.  I'm certain that the karma is going to be extra tough on her for this one.