God blessed me with a most spectacular Mom and today I get to celebrate her birthday. It is no secret that I’ve always loved my Mommy — I had a hard time being separated from her when I was young. It took bribes to get me to stay with a sitter (I remember a My Little Pony, in particular) and much convincing to go to school (although many tummy-aches required her to pick me up to come back home…sorry Mom!). Through it all, she provided many hugs, many laughs, a listening ear, and lots of encouragement.
Here are some reasons my Mom is special:
- She’s a Christian woman who taught her children (and teaches her grandchildren) about Jesus.
- She beat breast cancer (5 years cancer-free!)
- She loves dressing up and has an affinity for all things sparkly. Especially gems. Big ones.
- She loves her daughters equally (or at least she pretends she does!).
- She knows how to get to Muffin Pass, and she has sat by the Bones of the Dead Yellow Horse.
- She’s a hard worker! She has worked outside the home, inside the home, inside the neighbors home, in a greenhouse, in an office, in a store, in the yard, during the day, and in the evenings.
- She danced with her daughters in the kitchen.
- She loves my Dad and takes good care of him.
- She’s a MacGyver Mom — she can sew, glue, tape, clean, or jimmy-rig almost anything!
- She always puts family first.
- While Pansy Moms would be afraid after their car fish-tailed on a gravel road for a quarter of a mile, my Mom screamed “Wuhoo!”
- She is compassionate and always thinks of others first.
- Each year, she plants beautiful flowers and grows a vegetable garden. She follows it up by swearing she won’t plant so much the following year.
- She taught me almost everything I know about cheese.
- She has a servant heart and faithfully cares for her family and friends.
- She brought me oatmeal in the tub so I could eat and get clean simultaneously in the first week after my firstborn arrived (don’t ask…those baby blues are the pits…).
- She can and does successfully use a chainsaw.
- She sent me many cards and letters throughout my college career “just because.” I probably received mail from her most weeks.
- She gets down on the floor and out in the yard to play with her grandkids.
- She laughs until she cries.
- She can always be convinced to order a pizza.
- She’s perfect the way God made her.
Mom, I loved you then and I love you even more now that I am a mom and see how hard it must have been to balance all of your responsibilities. I love you dearly. Happy, happy birthday!