{"id":1463,"date":"2011-10-30T16:42:33","date_gmt":"2011-10-31T01:42:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/?p=1463"},"modified":"2011-10-30T16:46:31","modified_gmt":"2011-10-31T01:46:31","slug":"momma-bakes-my-champ","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/2011\/10\/30\/momma-bakes-my-champ\/","title":{"rendered":"Momma Bakes, My Champ."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-300.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1464\" title=\"Cheerios post card\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"384\" height=\"288\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-300.jpg 640w, https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-300-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 384px) 100vw, 384px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-301.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1465\" title=\"Back of the Cheerios postcard\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-301.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"384\" height=\"288\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-301.jpg 640w, https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/Photo-301-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 384px) 100vw, 384px\" \/><\/a><em><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>A postcard momma bakes mailed me that was cut from a Cheerios box. I didn&#8217;t know my family started eating Cherrios since I left for university.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>I probably couldn&#8217;t get through university without my mom (momma bakes).<\/strong> Since first year, she has sent me several pieces of mail per week (I&#8217;m not kidding). Everything from stamps, to candy, to family photos, to cards, to gifts cards and more. Whatever can fit in a regular sized\u00a0envelope, she sends. She&#8217;s never been to university, she&#8217;s hardly goes past our town&#8217;s boundaries, but she knows that it&#8217;s not easy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">This Cheerios post card she mailed me is one of the greatest pieces of mail I&#8217;ve ever\u00a0received\u00a0from her. The clipping from our address book that had a drawing I made when I was really little was also great. So was that time she mailed me Halloween candy and I opened it up in a lecture, with looks from fellow classmates, and began explaining what my mom does as I offered them treats in a forestry lecture.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Academics have been my biggest struggle at university. I&#8217;ve often felt like I couldn&#8217;t get the grades I needed in my classes, do well on assignments, or dig myself out of the constant low grades I was receiving in some courses. These cards let me know that even though I&#8217;m far from my mom and she knows nothing about university, I&#8217;m not alone and I&#8217;ve got a mom cheering me on from our small town in Ontario.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Lately, I&#8217;ve tried to remember the things my mom tells me. I&#8217;ve been passing it onto residents as their Residence Advisor and I&#8217;ve been keeping them post it notes in my room to remind me that things will work out in the end. Today, I put one of her phrases on my hand to put things into perspective. <strong>&#8220;This too shall pass.&#8221;<\/strong> When you are so far in, it&#8217;s hard to see that the present is so insignificant to the greater scheme of things, and that this is not the end of the world if things aren&#8217;t going your way. Everything will work out the way it is supposed to and whatever is the low of your day will not carry on forever. That&#8217;s exactly what I need today. Also a little, &#8220;what doesn&#8217;t kill you makes you stronger.&#8221; Because I can&#8217;t change my bad grades, or the bad choices I&#8217;ve made, but I can focus on improving the future. That&#8217;s what I&#8217;m going to do. Thank you, momma bakes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/DSCN0603.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1470\" title=\"Momma Bakes and I\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/DSCN0603.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"414\" height=\"311\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/DSCN0603.jpg 4000w, https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/DSCN0603-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/erica\/files\/2011\/10\/DSCN0603-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 414px) 100vw, 414px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>A photo of momma bakes and I at the ROM in Toronto, the summer after first year. She left our town&#8217;s boundaries that day, I had to be the one who drove to Toronto for us.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A postcard momma bakes mailed me that was cut from a Cheerios box. I didn&#8217;t know my family started eating Cherrios since I left for university. I probably couldn&#8217;t get through university without my mom (momma bakes). Since first year, she has sent me several pieces of mail per week (I&#8217;m not kidding). 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