I have been sitting here for half an hour just staring at the computer screen. It's Mother's Day...and I want to pay tribute to my wonderful mother. But how on earth do I ever put into words just what she means to me? Growing up she was everything to me. I always knew that I was loved beyond measure. I knew that, no matter what I did, her love was unconditional and unwavering. I could talk to her about anything and everything...and I did. She always seemed to sense when I needed a friend, and when I needed a mom.
When I was 10 or so, and we were living in Illinois, I started recieveing monthly gifts and cards from a Secret Pal. I even received a few after we moved to California. I'm surprised I never recognized her handwriting at the time, but several months after the gifts stopped, as I was looking for something in one of her drawers, I found a couple leftover Secret Pal cards. I didn't tell her that I had found them. She had meant it to be a secret and I didn't want to spoil it. I have tresured those gifts even more though, because I knew they came from my sweet mother, who wanted to do something to make her daughter feel extra special.
I loved the days when she would come into my room in the morning to wake me up, and then tell me that I didn't look well, and that if I didn't have any test or papers due at school I should probably stay home and rest. Ofcourse, we never rested on those days. That was Mom's code for "You could use a mental health day and some shopping therapy."
I loved hanging out with my mother...I still do! She's fun and funny, and still one of the best listeners and sounding boards, personal cheerleaders and friends any girl could ask for. No one could ever accuse her of being selfish or unwilling to sacrifice for her family. She set the perfect example of unconditional love for her children.
I am proud to be her daughter. I am grateful for the countless lessons that she taught me on how to be a good mom and a good person. She deserves so much more praise than this little blog post and my meager skills with words can express. I have truly been blessed to be raised by such a wonderful mother.
I loved the days when she would come into my room in the morning to wake me up, and then tell me that I didn't look well, and that if I didn't have any test or papers due at school I should probably stay home and rest. Ofcourse, we never rested on those days. That was Mom's code for "You could use a mental health day and some shopping therapy."
I loved hanging out with my mother...I still do! She's fun and funny, and still one of the best listeners and sounding boards, personal cheerleaders and friends any girl could ask for. No one could ever accuse her of being selfish or unwilling to sacrifice for her family. She set the perfect example of unconditional love for her children.
I am proud to be her daughter. I am grateful for the countless lessons that she taught me on how to be a good mom and a good person. She deserves so much more praise than this little blog post and my meager skills with words can express. I have truly been blessed to be raised by such a wonderful mother.
