There are many, many things in the world that make me happy. One thing, or person rather, that is always at the top of my Best Parts of My Life list is my Mom.
My Momma is the very best ever because she was made that way.
When I think of all she has done for her family I'm tempted to paint myself red and run off with that Brazilian tribe that has had no human contact because they won't know any better when I can't bake like my Mom. Or make the perfect homemade gift that makes the recipient cry and feel AWESOME about themselves like my Mom.
I can't do accents so I'll never be able to read The Three Little Pigs or the Christmas story out of Luke like my Mom. I'm not going to be able to take a paper Kleenex box and make it look like a piece of art like my Mom. I don't have the one liners she does or the magic touch with children she possesses. Every holiday is an event with my Mom. I can't write songs. I can't write or illustrate children's books. My Mom can. I can't sew like my Mom. I don't have as much faith as my Mom. NO ONE can plan a party like her. Queen of parties, even. I don't have the patience my Mom has.
My Mom has always made me feel special. When I was a little girl my mom let me bring home as many books as I wanted from the library. We would load them all up in a little red wagon and she would pull them home. On my sixteenth birthday she had a gift waiting in every class period at school. When I was married, I put my dress on in her pretty bedroom and she took pictures. The day before I graduated from college we walked around the quiet campus together. We sat under the giant, green trees on the white folding chairs that would be filled with students and parents the next morning. She told me she was proud of me. When my water broke nearly six weeks early I called her scared and crying and she told me it would be ok. It was.
I talk to my Mom every day. I don't know if my Mom ever has to call her children because we all call her. All the time. Poor Mom can't get rid of us. We still fight over her time. Does that sound weird? It isn't. She's just that great.
My Mom turns 50 on Saturday. Happy Birthday Mom!
My Momma is the very best ever because she was made that way.
When I think of all she has done for her family I'm tempted to paint myself red and run off with that Brazilian tribe that has had no human contact because they won't know any better when I can't bake like my Mom. Or make the perfect homemade gift that makes the recipient cry and feel AWESOME about themselves like my Mom.
I can't do accents so I'll never be able to read The Three Little Pigs or the Christmas story out of Luke like my Mom. I'm not going to be able to take a paper Kleenex box and make it look like a piece of art like my Mom. I don't have the one liners she does or the magic touch with children she possesses. Every holiday is an event with my Mom. I can't write songs. I can't write or illustrate children's books. My Mom can. I can't sew like my Mom. I don't have as much faith as my Mom. NO ONE can plan a party like her. Queen of parties, even. I don't have the patience my Mom has.
My Mom has always made me feel special. When I was a little girl my mom let me bring home as many books as I wanted from the library. We would load them all up in a little red wagon and she would pull them home. On my sixteenth birthday she had a gift waiting in every class period at school. When I was married, I put my dress on in her pretty bedroom and she took pictures. The day before I graduated from college we walked around the quiet campus together. We sat under the giant, green trees on the white folding chairs that would be filled with students and parents the next morning. She told me she was proud of me. When my water broke nearly six weeks early I called her scared and crying and she told me it would be ok. It was.
I talk to my Mom every day. I don't know if my Mom ever has to call her children because we all call her. All the time. Poor Mom can't get rid of us. We still fight over her time. Does that sound weird? It isn't. She's just that great.
My Mom turns 50 on Saturday. Happy Birthday Mom!
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