The Becky Things
Every person has a little constellation of things that make them them. These are a few of Becky’s.
Not laziness. A sacred reset.
Joy counts. Dessert counts. Becky knows this.
Where regular clothes are no reason not to jump in.
Saco River summers, camping, mountains, and peace.
Word-game queen behavior since forever.
A phone game? A lifestyle? A form of meditation? Yes.
Becky does not just like rides. Becky LOVES rides.
With grape soda or rootbeer, obviously. Iconic.
She CAN dance.
One good song changed everything.
The Dance Floor Was Always Hers
When Becky was twelve, a girl once asked her, “Can’t you dance?” It hurt enough that she remembered it for the rest of her life.
So let the record show, officially and forever: Becky can dance.
In fact, dancing is part of the whole love story. One night, Ron was about to leave a dance club when he decided to ask one last girl at the bar to dance. Becky liked the song, felt the vibe, and said yes.
That dance became a marriage, a family, and a lifetime of stories. So yes, Becky can dance. She danced her way into everything we love.
Beautiful, Even When She Couldn’t See It
Becky has not always seen herself the way the people who love her see her. She has been hard on her body, hard on her reflection, and hard on the parts of herself that deserved tenderness.
But beauty was never just a bathing suit or a photograph or a number or a mirror.
Beauty was her jumping into the ocean in regular clothes. Beauty was her laughing with her kids. Beauty was her dancing. Beauty was her showing up with affection, food, comfort, and love.
Becky was beautiful in every season. Even the seasons when she could not believe it.
Loved exactly as she is.
Beautiful in every season.
She made the world feel safe.
The softest place to land.
The Mom Who Felt Like Home
As a kid, I told my mom everything. She was the person I felt safe with. Safe to talk. Safe to cry. Safe to be myself.
When I missed school, she may have worried about what she was “supposed” to do. But deep down, I think she understood something important: I was not trying to be difficult. I did not feel safe or comfortable there.
So instead of making a hard day harder, she gave me comfort.
Sometimes that meant taking the city bus into town, walking around the mall, and eating together in the food court. Sometimes it meant staying home with soap operas, The Price Is Right, and the quiet relief of being near someone who loved me.
It may not have looked like perfect parenting from a rule book. But it was Becky parenting: soft, intuitive, protective, present, and safe.
And when I was sick, the safest place in the whole world was lying next to Mom.
We believe Becky has earned every nap.
We believe rest is not laziness.
We believe chocolate counts as joy.
We believe word games are brain exercise.
We believe rollercoasters are a perfectly reasonable personality trait.
We believe the ocean is always worth jumping into, even in regular clothes.
We believe a woman can be tired and still be strong.
Soft-spoken and still powerful.
Misunderstood and still deeply loved.
Becky has spent her life loving people, feeding people, laughing with people, praying for people, helping with school projects, driving buses, visiting sisters, singing, dancing, and carrying more than most people ever knew.
So yes.
Let Becky sleep.
Let Becky rest.
Let Becky have dessert.
Let Becky ride the rollercoaster.
Let Becky dance.
Let Becky know she is loved exactly as she is.
Official Becky Permissions
Effective immediately and forever, Becky is hereby allowed to:
Tiny Becky Legends
Little memories that say so much about who she is.
The Ocean Rule
If the ocean is right there, you go in. Don't have a bathing suit? You still go in.
The Dance Club Rule
If it is a good song and the vibe is right, you say yes to the dance. Sometimes that dance becomes a whole family.
The Sick Day Rule
Sometimes the best medicine is lying next to Mom and feeling completely safe.
The School Bus Rule
Riding along on Mom’s bus route could turn an ordinary day into a memory.
The Saco River Rule
Popup trailer, tent, campground air, North Conway mountains, and Becky in her happy place.
The Soap Opera Rule
All My Children was not just a show. It became names, memories, and part of the family story.
The Food Court Rule
Sometimes love looks like taking the city bus into town, walking the mall, and eating together instead of making a hard day harder.
The Buffet Rule
Why would anyone want to restrict meal time to one entree? Try it all!
The Project Rule
Becky helped with school projects, assignments, errands, thrift-store trips, and all the little things that quietly say, “I am here.”
The Becky Rule
She deserved more gentleness than life gave her. So we are giving some gentleness back.
Soft Heart, Rollercoaster Soul
Becky can be shy. Becky can be tired. Becky can be tender. But do not let that fool you.
This woman loves amusement parks. She loves rides. She loves the rush, the silliness, the laughter, and the feeling of being fully alive.
There has always been a fun, glowing, adventurous Becky in there. Life may have covered her in worry sometimes, but it never erased her.
Silly. Brave. Fun.
A soft heart with a rollercoaster soul.
To Mom
We did not always understand how much you were carrying. But we see more now.
We see your softness, your humor, your grief, your strength, your sparkle, your faith, and your love.
We see the mother who made beach days magical. The woman who jumped into the ocean in regular clothes. The mom who helped with school projects. The bus driver who let us ride along. The person who made sick days feel safe.
We see the girl who was once made to feel like she could not dance. And we see the woman who danced with Ronnie and built a whole family from that yes.
We see the woman who loved her sisters, loved her children, loved her husband, loved her God, loved her sweets, and loved her mountains. A woman who kept loving deeply, even through the hard parts.
You were never too much. You were never not enough. You were never invisible to us.
You were beautiful then. You are beautiful now. Not because life was easy on you, but because your love kept shining anyway.
This little corner of the internet exists because you deserve to be celebrated exactly as you are.
We love you, Becky. Now please take a nap. 💕