Mother’s Day

I attribute a lot of who I am to my mom and her guidance and love. She taught me how to rock a baby to sleep, to properly clean a bathroom (the key is bleach), and to let my hair down and have fun (though I’m still learning this one). She makes a mean chocolate chip cookie, can hit a softball out of the park and is always the first to step up when someone is in need.

When I was growing up my mom didn’t have a conventional (read: out of the home) job. She and my dad had a small side business and we cleaned a dental office on the weekends. I loved that my mom was always there for us, not hindered by a work schedule or pressing deadlines. She was the neighborhood mom (everyone came to play in our yard, eat snacks and occasionally take a much needed hot bath), she was the one all the kids ran to for a band aid or a hug. In elementary school she helped in our classrooms and volunteered with students in a special program that was helping them reach their reading goals. When classmates didn’t have grandparents or special friends show up for events, she proudly proclaimed she was there to support them.

As I grew older, and more defiant, my mom helped my through those awkward, “coming into your own” years. From advise on boys to convincing me that everyone should have 2 eyebrows (yes, I believe I got only the worst of my fathers Italian genes), she was there to guide me out of the dark and into a young woman.

I really believe that my mom is the best in the world, I know a lot of people would say that about their own, but they don’t know what they are missing out on. They say parents aren’t supposed to have a favorite child, but lets face it, I know I am hers :). I am slowing becoming my mother, but is that really a bad thing? I find myself watching old black and white movies while folding the laundry, look forward to coming home to a clean house and have a strange attraction to a man dressed in a blazer & jeans.

So when she is old and gray, living in my house and loving on my kids, I will model myself after her.

To all the mom’s
and to the ones they raised.
Thanks for everything
You deserve to be praised.

For all the baked treats
and mending scraped knees,
For having a hanky,
Each time one of us sneezed.

Answering our questions,
or building forts,
Checking for monsters
and playing sports

Made sure we weren’t a mess
and always kept us fed,
Read countless stories,
Tucked us into bed.

I love you Mom.

1 Comment
  1. Great article, shown the love of mother and how she cares the children. I have an idea of engraving mother image into crystal which is surprising and memorable. Thank you for sharing good article.

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