Eggs... And the sweetest memories...

I know you must be wondering why in the world this post is titled "eggs." What significance are eggs to memories?

Throughout my childhood, I have been so blessed to have such a close, sweet family. I grew up next door to one set of my grandparents and each Sunday, we drove to Adamsville, AL to be with the others. There are small, quite random things I do, or see, or smell throughout my days or some point in my week that brings the sweetest memories to my mind and warms my heart.

Mitch is a huge breakfast eater, and I usually try to wake up and cook so he has something yummy to wake up to. When I was growing up, either my mom or dad made a huge breakfast, so in a way, I feel like I am carrying over a tradition with my little family. I have to say, my dad was the bacon and egg man. Now, when I cook those two things, I try to get them as close to his as possible. Sometimes I am more successful than others. On the other hand, no matter what I try to mimic of my moms, it turns into an epic fail. I just can't master her cooking!

So, in the midst of cooking breakfast, as I stuck my thumb through the egg, I couldn't help but to laugh and know that my Big Mama was right there with me. You see, when she baked a cake for her church, she would often call and see if I wanted to come help. Bless her heart, she ended up digging more shells out and cleaning up my mess. None the less, she would just smile and say, "you are doing so good, Susie." After the cake was in the oven, she would let me climb on the counter top and I scrambled myself six, yes six, eggs and had a cup of coffee to go with it!

My mom taught me when I was younger than my name was "Susannah." Not Susan, or Sue, but Susannah. I have never really let anyone call me anything otherwise without correcting them. But no one said my name like my PawPaw. He always called me Susie-annah. And that was perfectly fine with me! Now, I have a husband that calls me Sus; I don't correct him either!

This brings me to my sweet Paw, which I may or may not get through the rest of this without streaming tears. Each time Crue climbs into my lap, I see my Paw's sweet face. He would rub his whiskers on my cheek and call me "his little mutnin." Without fail, I would end up making him sing "There's A Hole In The Bottom Of The Sea." I have to admit, I haven't been able to get through it with Crue yet, but I will. Every time I have a temper flare,
I know it ultimately is a little bit of him in me. It's the Bills in me!

I think I get my sweetness from my Gran. While she is the only one of my grand parents still living, I try to learn from her each and every day. I will never be able to create her Sunday meals. But, I know my Gran is the glue to our family. I have learned that no matter how big or how small your family may be, to keep them together, and keep that bond strong. My Gran always tries to find the good in people and the good in the worst citations. She give endlessly and loves completely.

So, my point is this. I hope I can give Crue small, random memories of his own so that no matter what he is doing, I will always be there.

What are your "eggs?"




- Susannah

Susannah Moreland...Mitch's wife; Crue's mom.

So, I know this post will seem completely random since I have not blogged since Crue was four months old. Yes, that was in November! Life happens and changes so quickly and it seems as though I literally do not have time to sit with a computer. I thought I would be able to blog from my iPhone, because hey, that should be quick and easy, right? Not! Or at least not for me.
A lot has happened and changed since my last post. My sweet, precious, handsome baby boy will be a one year old in less than a month. He has five adorable teeth, a head full of blonde hair, and big baby blue eyes that hit straight into this mommy's soul. I am planning his first birthday party, and I am ashamed to admit I still haven't gotten out all of the Thank You's from baby gifts! Behind much?
Mitch is having a great season so far and has been healthy for the most part. He has been on the go as usual and Crue and I try to make a trip home to Birmingham and a trip with daddy once a month. So, basically I am telling you that all three of us live out of our suitcases.
I will be honest when I say I thought being a "stay-at-home" mommy would be a piece of cake and that I would have a ton of time on my hands. Wrong. I am so busy chasing this fast crawler, doing laundry, washing bottles, and trying to spend time with Mitch, that by the end of the day, there is very little "me" time. So for those out there who think I have time to waste away and hit the gym, routine mani and pedi's, and travel the U.S., that's not really my life.
The reason my mind jumped to this blog post today, is for that simple reason. Who exactly am I? I used to be Susannah Higgins, successful contestant in the Miss Alabama program, second grade teacher at Oak Mountain Elementary School, fiance'/wife to Texas Rangers first baseman, Mitch Moreland. I had "my" identity. I hit the gym when I wanted, tanned and enjoyed a pool when I wanted, loved spending time in my classroom, shopped when I wanted, was in pictures instead of behind the camera, and showered in peace and quiet.
This morning, I was well on my way to enjoy a Pure Barre class in Southlake, TX. I got up with Crue, who has been under the weather, made myself a cup of coffee, played in the floor with him, and made Mitch breakfast and coffee in bed. Did I make it to PB? Negative. Was I upset? Absolutely. Did Mitch and I have a little tiff? Yes. Which let to the title of this post.
I was actually upset that I couldn't enjoy PB this morning. I even made the comment that I just "needed me time and need to do something for myself, by myself." When Mitch asked why I was so upset, I said it was because I felt like I was losing my identity. His response was this; "You are my wife, and Crue's mom. Is that not enough?"
After a shower, in peace, with no baby banging on the door trying to just get to his mommy, it all hit me. I don't want the peace and quiet of this shower. I want my sweet boy trying to get to me. I want to have to rush this, because it is ok to just be Crue's mom. I want my husband asking me to do a million things for him before he has to leave to go to the field, because it is ok to just be Mitch's wife.
I realized this morning that I am not losing who Susannah Higgins was. I may never have the body I had while I was competing in Miss Alabama, and I may never hear the laughter coming from my own classroom, and I may be behind the camera unless we have family pictures made.  But there is something that I have gained that I never want to lose; being known as Mitch's wife and Crue's mommy.

I am Susannah Moreland. Mitch's wife. Crue's mommy.