This week's gratitude is an easy one. I am grateful for my mom!
Today is her birthday. I won't tell you how old she is, but she's older than she looks! (Can't wait to see if she takes that as a compliment or is offended...) I'm grateful for my mom because she sacrificed so much for her family.
Like, after she had me, the ideal child, (cute, smart, always obedient and respectful, never swore in front of the grandparents, said sweet things and looked fabulous in the clothes she made me), she submitted herself to having more children just so that I would have more siblings to hang out with! What a gal!
She sacrificed her time when I was failing biology, (obviously had a moron teacher), to help me bring my grade back up so that I wouldn't have the shame of a failing mark on my report card. She sacrificed her body to our games of doctor's office. See, Natalie and I had a doctor's office set up in our room one summer and she called in and made an appointment with the receptionist, me, and when she came in for her check-up, Doctor Natalie found purple spots all over Mom's legs. I'm not sure what the diagnosis was, but I'm sure we were able to cure her.
Mom sacrificed her ego by cooking meat loaf and lima beans on a regular basis and then listening to us all complain about how awful it was. (Well, I didn't complain because like I said before, I was ideal.)
Mom sacrificed her dignity to entertain us. Frequently on Saturday mornings, mom would make crepes, and while she was cooking she danced and sang to Love Shack. Well, not just danced and sang. She rocked out big time.
My mom is a crazy, fun, supportive and talented fountain of knowledge and experience and love. How could I not love her to death? I am definitely grateful for her today, and always.
Today is her birthday. I won't tell you how old she is, but she's older than she looks! (Can't wait to see if she takes that as a compliment or is offended...) I'm grateful for my mom because she sacrificed so much for her family.
Like, after she had me, the ideal child, (cute, smart, always obedient and respectful, never swore in front of the grandparents, said sweet things and looked fabulous in the clothes she made me), she submitted herself to having more children just so that I would have more siblings to hang out with! What a gal!
She sacrificed her time when I was failing biology, (obviously had a moron teacher), to help me bring my grade back up so that I wouldn't have the shame of a failing mark on my report card. She sacrificed her body to our games of doctor's office. See, Natalie and I had a doctor's office set up in our room one summer and she called in and made an appointment with the receptionist, me, and when she came in for her check-up, Doctor Natalie found purple spots all over Mom's legs. I'm not sure what the diagnosis was, but I'm sure we were able to cure her.
Mom sacrificed her ego by cooking meat loaf and lima beans on a regular basis and then listening to us all complain about how awful it was. (Well, I didn't complain because like I said before, I was ideal.)
Mom sacrificed her dignity to entertain us. Frequently on Saturday mornings, mom would make crepes, and while she was cooking she danced and sang to Love Shack. Well, not just danced and sang. She rocked out big time.
My mom is a crazy, fun, supportive and talented fountain of knowledge and experience and love. How could I not love her to death? I am definitely grateful for her today, and always.
4 comments:
I couldn't agree more! Except for the grossly exaggerated claim of your angelic childhood that is! ;)
She is a great woman! We miss her around here!!!!! Tell her happy belated birthday for me:)
I've had a lot of birthdays, and I don't believe I've ended up on your "favorite person" suck-up portion of your blog. :(
And you may never end up on my "suck up" portion, because I have no idea who you are! I hate anonymous comments. Leave your name next time, and maybe you'll get some love! And I've only had the blog for a few months, so who's to say you've even had a birthday in that time? And what's with the frowny face? Honestly, how am I supposed to know if you are seriously offended or just being immature or are kidding? Sheesh, people.
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