To my shame, I do not nearly often enough pay tribute to my mother here. My mother-in-law got her own post once, and my step-mother’s had a glowing mention here and there, but for the most part, my mom only gets a playful shout-out once in a while. You all know that I depend on her and miss her a ton when I don’t get to spend time with her, but I’ve never really told you how much she means to me.
So I was thinking, what would mean the most to my mom this Mother’s Day? It is quite possible that what she desires more than anything else is a day off work (or a month), but I don’t have that kind of sway. Second to that, she might love for me to get my head out of the blogosphere for long enough to get some eBay listings done for her store. Just in case, I did that first.
Then I thought, hey, my mom loves a good laugh, and she thinks my kids are pretty much the best thing since… well, me, so maybe she’d enjoy this video, which has me laughing until my stomach hurts every time I watch it: (Click here if the video doesn’t work on your browser.)
(Subtitles: We going on a bear hunt. We gonna catch a big one. What a boo-ful day! We’re not scared. Uh-oh, a no storm (snow storm). We can’t go in it. Oh no! We have a go through it. <Odd sound effect that bears no resemblance to a snowstorm> Repeat ad infinitum.)
Then again, perhaps she would like a poem. Here is a haiku I wrote for a contest a month or so ago. It didn’t win, but you know moms: I’m sure she’ll like it anyway.
Oh, do you love me
As much as I love my girls?
I *so* get it now.
But in my heart of hearts, I already know what my mom needs most for Mother’s Day. She needs to know that she is one of my favorite people in the whole world, and it maybe wouldn’t hurt to tell her why. So, in no particular order, here are ten things I love about my mom:
- She can take an ugly lamp (or shirt, for that matter) and make it look so cool that it brings a whole room to life.
- I asked her once what age she was when she started to feel like a grown-up, and she told me she’d let me know.
- She is my greatest cheerleader. She thinks I’m pretty, smart, hilariously funny and fantastically good at everything I turn my hand to. Even though I know now that all moms think that about their kids, it still feels pretty great to have a fan.
- She is absolutely the best person to have around for a crisis, such as having to clean my entire house in one day because my in-laws are coming to stay when I have just had a baby three weeks earlier. There is no one in the world I would rather have a complete meltdown with.
- She makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.
- She almost never comes to my house without bringing me coffee from WaWa and a little snickety-snack.
- She owns her weaknesses and has taught me to do the same with mine. (We are both endeavoring to improve in the whole thank-you-notes area.) Though we both certainly have our flaky moments, she manages to to rise to every new challenge she faces in work and in life with incredible grace and talent. I am so proud of her.
- She is real. Not just with me but with every single person she encounters.
- She makes lemonade.
- She would do anything for my sister or me. Or for my girls. Or for anyone who needed something, come to think of it.
- Finally (eh, who’s counting?), she is my comfy place. I can be completely myself with her and she will always love me and even like me, most of the time, which is really saying something. She always has something to give, even when she’s running on empty, and I always feel taken care of when I’m with her.
(Don’t forget to hop on over and see what he says about his Mum today.)