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The only thing my mom has had on her bucket list was – SKYDIVE.   Never one to monkey around and think about things too long, she booked a jump with me when she came to visit this Christmas.  I was excited and thought it would be a really cool thing to do with mom.  We went to Pacific Coast Skydiving  and they were fantastic!  I highly recommend them if you are in the San Diego area.

We had to first sign our lives away – literally.  Lots of signatures and initials.     The whole family came to watch.  I know, I know,…. it could have been a life-altering horrible shattering incident in their lives but I took the chance.  I am a glass half-full type of gal.

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 When they strapped us in, it sure did not seem like we had very much on.  Not sure what else I expected but not a couple of straps.  NOW I GOT NERVOUS!  Plus – there was a sign saying ARCH or DIE and when we asked them about it – the response was “If you do not arch immediately out of the plane –  you go into a violent spin”.  Now from this point on, all I was thinking was- ARCH. ARCH. ARCH. ARCH.

My mom kissing dad goodbye!

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Walking off to the plane – I love this picture.

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2012-12-27 11.56.36 Here is a view from the plane.  We are not even halfway up.  The next picture below shows my face when I learn that we are only half-ways on our climb.  My face says it all!     AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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AND here is another reaction picture of myself – this one is a great picture of my mom and then look at her “about to puke” daughter in the background!

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OKAY, we are ready to jump!  My mom is first.  (I am not kidding you, but my hands have now started to sweat when I am typing this).  This picture cracks me up because the guy is totally kicking my mom’s foot out.  She had put the brakes on our adventure for a second and her foot was NOT moving from the inside of the plane!   In a matter of a second, mom is out and has disappeared.  2012-12-27 11.57.50-2

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Now it is my turn and look at how terrified I was NOT to arch!  I am arching well before the jump.  Poor George, the skydiving instructor, had to drag my fully arched body to the door!!  I am lucky I did not pull back muscles!

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We did 2 somersaults!  This was my favorite part of the whole experience – the free fall.   We got to free fall for 45 seconds.  It was AWESOME!!


My daughter took this cool shot of both of us free-falling.

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Mom is steering the parachute.  This was her favorite part of the jump.

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Such a cool experience to share with your mom.  I mean really, how cool is it that my mom talked me into skydiving!  I am one lucky kid –   Thanks  mom-you are the best!


My mom with all her grandkids

I really feel like I won the lottery when it comes to my mom.  She is the B.E.S.T.   I always knew I had a good mom growing up but when I got a little older and more mature, I completely realized she was awesome.  Growing up on a farm in MN, we had no extra money.  And yet we never felt poor which is quite a feat raising 3 teenage girls.  I still remember Friday nights sitting with a big bowl of melted marshmallows and popcorn with my mom and watching The Love Boat and then Fantasy Island.  It did not get any better than that!

A few years ago, I was on a flight and I really thought this was the end of the line for me.  The plane was dropping and shaking.  Even the flight attendants looked scared – which is a really bad sign and they need to work on that!    So I closed my eyes and tried to think of a happy thought of each member of my family.  I had two memories about my mom.  The first one was when I was maybe a senior in high school.  I was sad (and probably TOTALLY hormonal and  TOTALLY over-dramatic) because some of my friends were giving me a hard time.  I was telling my mom this and then I started to cry about this and that.  Soon, we were in the car, just the two of us, heading to the mall, an hour away to buy a dress for the party I had been invited to but didn’t want to go because I did not have a dress.  Looking back on that, I bet my mom was wondering how the heck she was going to pay for that dress.  The other memory that came to my mind was as a little kid  making a fort and my mom bringing us “coffee” which really was coke in a coffee cup.  I totally remember her blowing on our cups and then handing it to us.     

My mom was with me after every baby I had (4).  With each baby, I always suffered from postpartum for about a month.  My mom was there with each one, until I started feeling like myself again.  She was truly a lifesaver.  I remember telling her after baby #2 that I just want to get in the car by MYSELF and drive away FOREVER.  She never said “Oh Kinzie, that is a crazy, weird, psycho, nutzo, wacko,  thought” but instead just gave me a hug and told me “it WILL get better.”  

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My mom also jumped in the good ol’ van with me and the 4 kids to make the drive from MN to CA.  Now that was a scary commitment on my mom’s part!  The kids were 1, 4, 6, and 8.  We had no idea how it would go but it was a BLAST.  Really, we never got mad or irritated with each other.  It is now a super memory for me and my kids.  The kids still talk about how Grandma taught them how to shoot spit balls in the hotel room.  Before we checked out, I had to wipe balls of spit off the ceiling, mirrors, pictures, and window. 

Shooting spit balls - Check out how my baby is carefully watching and learning!

Mom was up for anything on that trip and I never have a plan.  Sometimes that is good and sometimes bad.  I wanted to see Mt. Rushmore, which is about 5 hours out of our way.  Mom was game.  So we arrived at Mt. Rushmore and got out of the car.  HUGE thunderstorm with fork lightning.  We jumped out, took a quick picture, screamed back to the van and away we went. 

My mom is one great lady!  I am SO lucky to have her in my life AND my children’s life.