My Mom and I don't look alike. She's fair, blonde and petite and very cute. I'm tall, freckled and brunette.
|My Mom, My Hero.|
My mom teaches children with autism. She has put up with kids biting, kicking, scratching, screaming, and trying to hurt her. And she LOVES those kids.
She has supported me for as long as I can remember. I remember an awards ceremony where I wasn't picked. She helped me blow it off by taking me out to a special lunch and a shirley temple. I thought I was big stuff.
My Mom wrote notes in my lunchbox. She asked me how my day was. She came to my games in highschool and my plays. She watched me perform dozens of skits and musicals at home with my siblings and cousins. My mom is thoughtful.
My mom loves Jesus. She loves spending time with Him. Reading the Word. Going to Bible studies. I see her drinking coffee Bible on her lap.
She knows what it is to suffer. She lost my sister, Libby, and nephew, Sam and she has grieved hard.
She protects those who aren't protected. Those with special needs. Those who are insignificant, ignored, and mocked.
Not everyone gets to have a mom. And those who do, most don't seem to have a good relationship with their mother. I recognized that I am someone who is seriously blessed.
My Mom has written me cards when I was downcast. I know she prayed for me when I was in the pit of despair. She beared with me when I was a crazy bride-to-be. My mom believes in me... that someday I will be a writer... make that a published writer.
My Mom is beautiful. She always has been and always will be. She's lovely and feminine and smells nice. She's feisty and honest and has the most distinctive laugh, which I love. I love her style. I love her spunkiness. And I love that I am her daughter.
I love you Mom. Happy Mother's Day! Thanks for putting up with such craziness for so long. Thanks for knowing me at my worst and loving me anyway. Thanks for showing me what it is to be a mom.