Happy Mother’s Day

Today I want to talk about my mom.

Yes.. YOU mom.

I’m sharing you with anyone who stops by today.

So get over it.

Mwah! xo

I know we all think our mom is the best mom in the entire world, and I’m no different.

I am the person I am today, thanks in no small part to my mom.

My mom means the world to me.

And has given me the world.

From putting my sister and I’s needs before hers.. to supporting and encouraging us to know and believe we could be anything we desired to be in the world.

She always made us both feel equally loved and special.

I was an only child until 6. By the time I went to kindergarten I could have skipped it, my mom had me so prepared to learn!

Sorry to disappoint there mom. (I didn’t turn out to be particularity “scholastic”.)

When I was a little girl, I never lacked for paper, markers, crayons and coloring books.

My artistry was oohed & ahhed over and displayed proudly on the fridge.

Barbies and endless hours of make believe were facilitated with dolls, clothes and even trips to Mattel to toy test!

My birthday is right after Christmas, but my mom always made sure I got an official birthday party.

It was never glossed over.

She let me move my furniture around my room when I wanted to.

And gave all the structure and rules that I needed.

In short, I feel like my childhood was perfect. I was loved, safe and very blessed.

I’m so lucky she didn’t kill my when I was a teenager. I was the master of the “eye roll” so I really appreciate her restraint there.

I made it out of high school thanks to her.

Fast forward to a married me.

My mom doesn’t butt into my marriage. Never has. Over the years, when I do ask for advice, she gives insight that is fair and has taught me to see both sides.

Ditto when I became a mother myself. She didn’t tell me how to raise my child but offered guidance and advice when I asked.

My mom has been my heart, my home base, my reset button, my cheerleader and my friend.

When I got sick, I wanted my mom and she was there.

Jim was amazing as well… and so was my dad and other family members of course.

But you “want” your mom.

There is a comfort only a mother’s presence can offer.

I hated to ask this of her because she had just been caring for my grandmother, who had recently lost her battle with cancer.

She came right away and was so strong for me. I don’t know what she was feeling.. she didn’t show it.

She just came.

There is so much more depth and back story I could add to each little sentence I’ve typed thus far. As I am sure you can imagine.

My mom is loving, giving, smart and she makes the best friend chicken with biscuits and gravy you ever tasted. She is sharp, funny, fierce and one of the hardest workers I know. She is loyal, strong and so, so much more!

I had to take advantage of this special day to touch on how much I love and admire my mom, even if I just shared the littlest bit of her awe-fabu-fantasticness with you.

If you can’t use your blog to brag on your mom a bit, what good is it?