It's 12:11 a.m. in the morning. Today is my mom's birthday. I have friends all over the place who have just had babies. And more than 20 years ago and some change (wink-wink) my mom was born. And did I mention I am 28? Okay, so more than a little bit ago my mom was born. Thank God for her. Where would I be without my mom?
My mom is an amazing person. She's had a very strange, hard, challenging, anxiety-provoking life and yet she is a wonderful, patient, kind, generous, thoughtful person. She is also slightly crazy, but where else did you think I got it from? She lets me know that she loves me and she tells me that I'm her treasure. I love that. I really do feel treasured by her. She's one of those moms that you know still love you even if you've done something absolutely awful. And she's my friend. My mom is my best girl-friend. Know what I mean? Mike is my best friend but when it comes to the female sex my mom takes the cake regarding friendships. And I'm glad it's that way.
I remember baking cookies with her when I was little. I remember her singing songs. She valued my art and decorated the fridge with it. She never played favorites amongst me and my siblings. She would always bring a special snack upstairs when I had friends spend the night. My mom is honest and transparent. She loves God and is unafraid to ask Him honest questions. She seeks God even in the midst of deep gut-wrenching pain. She has born three children and lost a beautiful daughter and grandson. My mom is beautiful. One of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She is compassionate and tender hearted. She taught me what it is to love Jesus. She reads His Word and grows in knowledge of Him.
I remember when I didn't get a sports award in cheering. She took me to a restarant and let me get a Shirley Temple. My mom was great about letting me feel special. I'll never forget when I was a young teen she told me that even though my life was relatively normal that she knew I still had struggles and issues and that it was okay for those things to be hard for me. I knew I could always tell her anything... and I still can. My mom is trustworthy. I know my secrets are safe with her. I am so blessed to have such a mom.
I know our relationship wasn't always this good. There was a time in my life when I was living in deceit and I broke her trust, but that was a long, long time ago and I am so thankful and blessed to have a restored friendship and relationship with her. She is the best person to go shopping with. She's been a blessing before and after the birth of the twins. She knows when to speak and when to stay silent. She lets me cry about my sister. She knows the pain. She makes me laugh. Remember before I had my surgery after Samuel was born and you were reading me that crazy women's devotional and we were laughing so hard and I was in horrific pain but you kept making me laugh anyway? Do you remember the song you made up when I was in labor the last time and we were driving to the hospital (our revised version of "this little light of mine"?) Ice-cream for breakfast? Hershey kisses anytime!
And now that I'm a mom myself oh the depths of appreciation I have for all your kind, loving, and self-less acts of love and service. Thank you mom!
I am a blessed woman to have you as my mom.
Thank you for being a wonderful child of God, woman, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and example. I love you Mom, always have and always will. I hope I can be just like you when I grow up.