My poor mom, omg! I sure love her, feeling grateful. :)

Hi guys! So, I was driving down island last Wednesday with my mamma. She had a specialist appointment and I had a few things to do in the morning so I was able to roll everything into one day. It also let me have some quality time with my mom. We had a great conversation as we drove down the old island Hwy and with the sun shining, it felt like spring was in the air.

We were excited because she is getting a new hip and we were going to speak with the surgeon about it all. Since the boys were all at school, we decided to leave a bit earlier and go out for lunch. It has been years since I spent any real time in Nanaimo and had no idea where to go. I typed into google maps, place in the harbor and this name popped up called the Lighthouse Bistro.

Looked cute and not far so I said to my mom, let’s go check this place out.

 

We drove where the map told us, lol, and we walked down to the entrance, and once we were in the front doors

 

they were full except for one table. That table had bar seats and bar height table. My mom who needs a new hip just walked all the way in and there is no way she was going to hop up onto a bar stool that high. So we decided that we were going to leave. I felt disappointed and frustrated that I couldn’t make the walk easier for my mom so that making a decision to leave the restaurant wouldn’t be so hard.

All of a sudden this couple stood up and said we were leaving why don’t you take our table? What?

Thank you so much! Mom and I were able to sit down and enjoy a delicious lunch. With good conversation.

After lunch and after paying for our bill I notice this cute wooden photo behind the bar. Simple Sitka trees on wood. It just suited the place and so I took a picture. The hostess and I believe manager, (sorry if I am wrong) told me that our lovely waitress,
Keana Velsen is the artist. Check her out on Instagram 

I took her picture with another one of her pieces. Another favorite one of mine.
She told me that she’s always loved working with wood about 5 years ago and just recently started finishing furniture and also does this fantastic art incorporating metal into her art with her boyfriend. Loved it, the food at the Lighthouse Bistro was fantastic, service fantastic, highly recommend, and mom and I were able to enjoy some time together.

After lunch mom and I headed to the appointment. The address was for the hospital. We drove, parked and poor mom, painfully made her way in. We asked at the info desk where to go for the doctor and she said we were in the wrong location. We needed to go to the doctor’s office. I’m like what? OK seriously, I was feeling myself getting in the yellow zone and elevated. My poor mom is now making her way back to the car and I call the office. At this point even though we were in the area early we are now going to be late. So I’m calling the office and she tells me turn left and we are on the left coming out of the hospital main entrance. There is construction everywhere and I feel myself starting to get all frustrated, and almost hasty and yellie.
Omg my poor mom!!!       
I was talking myself through it and was self-aware, however the reaction was very interesting and wondering what thoughts I was having that triggered my reaction.

I couldn’t find the address, and had no clue where to go or what to do. My mom didn’t know either and at that moment I think I really just wanted someone to tell me what to do. Turn left here go right here, park here, etc. I was feeling challenged, responsible for getting my mom to the appointment on time and then was reacting to the past when I remembered the last time we tried to get to her appointment we got caught in snow and when we had called to say we were late they said he is only there until 12:30 PM and we were going to be at least 30 min late.

So we had to turn around and because this was an updated appointment moving her surgery up as well, I didn’t want her to miss it. That dominoes another thought, I took the day off work yes for some of my appointments however I wanted to also be available for her. It took me a good 5 minutes to yell, be frustrated, work through the emotions of blame, anger, a little sadness, however more frustration, self-pity. All of this because we were late for an appointment.  

So the questions I ask myself,

Why am I panicking right now?
Why do I feel anger?
How is not calming down helping the situation?
Breathe Kellie breathe…
I stop, do this…
OK, where is this place? I calmly look around, breathe, and apologize to my mom, all during this episode of freak-outness.

We finally locate the place and it’s easy to get into and we find parking right in front and all is good in the world. Lol

OK so yes I can be intense and passionate about things. This is the part where I have to practice. Omg, my poor mom, lol. I love her so much. She has helped me by really not judging me and having unconditional love no matter what. Total acceptance. I can work through these thought patterns and reactions and she does not judge. I realized that I am also practicing self-awareness with my kids and I know that they are turning out to be respectful and amazing young men and helping me be the best version of myself. I am a fairly proud momma when it comes down to it.

So freak out for no reason, yet processed and learned more about myself through it. Sounds corny and maybe, even weird, but honestly, it was just analyzing my thought process so to remain calm. I have to say, sometimes I really feel like it has taken me this long to learn the deeper parts of my character. Still learning, and trying to figure out my path. Some people learn earlier some never do. Positive vibes are the way to go. I have ideas. Love hearing other stories. Please share in comments if you like. I will get this ability to contact down soon enough. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

Until later, stay real, and don’t forget to like and follow my Facebook and Instagram pages. Chow!another