I am so lucky. I have a great mom. I realize I’m so fortunate to even HAVE a mom but I am particularly blessed to have THIS one.
It’s a little-known fact that God carries a piece of paper in his pocket with this woman’s name on it. And everyone my mom has prayed for over the years is just this much closer to heaven. (I know this is a good thing for me; and I suspect a few of my cousins as well.)
My mom is not the kind of mom who calls every day, or who expects me to call her every day. We talk when we have something to say. And that’s OK with us. When we DO talk, we often laugh (I like nothing better than making my mother laugh).
There’s a lot we don’t have in common. I inhale all kinds of books and my mom will only read nonfiction. Our politics are vastly different (and mostly I try not to even bring them up!) I knit; she crochets. On the flip side, we both love to drink tea, love a good deal and going out to restaurants. My mom has always been there for me, even when we don’t agree. As a mom, she’s been the best example, remembered to teach me all kinds of things from the mundane (napkin folding!) to the excellent (how to care for a person in an emergency without freaking out).
My mom is also not the self-absorbed egotist that I am, so this post will likely make her blush a bit, but I want you to know that my mom is the BEST mom and I know how very lucky I am to have her in my life.
Happy Mother’s Day (and yes, this time it’s singular) Mom!