In lieu of Mothers Day, I really wanted to write something special. Kind of like a tribute to my Mom, but I’ll be honest, I’m having a hard time just getting started.
I think it’s because it’s so over-whelming. My Mom is an amazing lady, and to try and sum it all up in just a couple of paragraphs just doesn’t do her justice.
I’ve written and re-written this post about a half dozen times, and instead of just bragging about how AWESOME she is, which she is by the way, I’ve decided to give you a few examples.
My Mom is just one of those Moms……
The kind of Mom that you’re not embarrassed to be seen with, unless of course she’s driving a Toyota Station Wagon with a smashed up front end because Dad hit about a dozen deer with it. Don’t forget the scanoe tied to the top. At least Mom had the decency to drop us off a block from school so we didn’t have to get out in front of our peers.
She’s also the kind of Mom that has cooler clothes in her closet than you do. Seriously! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve raided her closet just before a party.
She’s the kind of Mom that you actually want to spend time with because she makes you laugh. No Girl’s Night, or shopping adventure would be complete without Mom.
She’s the kind of Mom that no matter what kind of day you’ve had, will always make you feel better. The kind that just gets you. The kind that steadies you when you’re about to fall, or picks you up when you’ve already fallen flat on your face. She’ll tell you what you need to hear, but she’ll also tell you what you want to hear, because she knows exactly what to say to make you feel better.
So, even though she always dressed my sister and I in matching clothes, and scarred us for life by telling us that our stuffed animals and toys had feelings, she’s still the most incredible Mom two girls could ever have.
Seriously though, our stuffed animals and our toys were ALIVE! Not like the creepy Chucky Doll or anything, it was exactly like TOY STORY! She liked to pretend that they had feelings, feelings that could easily be hurt. For example…….
Mom: “Don’t you want to sleep with froggy tonight? He’s so alone over there, all he wants to do is cuddle.”
Me: “But Mom, he’s creepy.”
Mom: “No he’s not! Look, you just hurt his feelings.”
Me: “Okay, come here froggy, I’m sorry.”
You see what I mean?
Now, my sister always joked that she was scarred because of it, and up until recently I thought she was nuts. But now I see it too. I tend to grow attached to insignificant objects in such a way that I have trouble separating myself from them.
For instance, in a couple of weeks we’re going to have a Garage Sale, so this last week or so I’ve been going through the house, trying to find something to sell. Every time I pick something up, it doesn’t matter what it is, a knick-knack, an old coffee mug, or an electric skillet that I have never used, I have flashbacks of the life we’ve shared together…..
“Oh skillet, I still remember the day we got you. You were wrapped up so pretty in all that wrapping paper. The perfect wedding gift, and although I never really used you, expect for that one time when we made pancakes together, you’re still special to me. Now it’s time for you to move on. There’s somebody out there….. waiting for you, I just know it, and I know they’ll use you. They won’t store you in the bottom of the pantry like I did for all those years.”
I know, kind of creepy right?
So, thanks Mom! Thanks for turning us into a couple of hoarder’s……..just kidding…….well kind of.
No but seriously, thank you Mom, for always being there, for always supporting us no matter what. I can’t imagine life without you. You’re my BEST Friend, my rock, my adviser, my everything, and I love you so much. You are my inspiration. I want to be just like you. I want Z to feel the same way about me that I feel about you.
I’m a MOMMA’s GIRL! And I’m proud of it!!!
Love you Mom, Happy Mother’s Day!