10 Things That I Thank My Mom For Everyday

10 Things That I Thank My Mom For Everyday

I could thank her for more, but I'd probably run out of space.

Everyday, I wake up, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and get ready for the day. Sometimes, however, I think about how much my mother has actually done for me. She is the one person that I should thank for making me the way I am, and for dealing with me when I'm probably the worst human being on planet Earth. So, even if these aren't reasons to thank your mom, think of a different set of reasons. All moms are pretty great in their own special way.

10. You taught me that a dog is a better best friend than any human.

Thank you for keeping a dog in my life when I needed it most. I always noticed your love for dogs, and I know that it rubbed off on me. I’ve seen you at your worst, but with a dog, you were perfectly content with any situation. I know now that any dog that we may have will always listen to my problems, make me laugh (by accident), and be the best friend that I may never have anywhere else.

9. You aren’t afraid to sing at the top of your lungs with me.

Thank you for driving around with me and listening to my music blast through my speakers. I’m grateful that you aren’t afraid to scream “Men and Mascara” by Julie Roberts with me when my heart felt like shattered glass. For some reason, we’ve always found screaming our feelings through a song very therapeutic.

8. You tell me when I’m doing something really stupid.

Thank you for stepping in my way when you know I’m going to end up regretting it in the end. I may get mad at you for some of it because I think that I’m right, but I’m glad that you stick your ground just long enough to watch me make the right decision. Who knows where I would be had I made just a few of those wrong choices.

7. You’re the one that I can turn to.

Thank you for always being there when I’m down on myself. Thank you for being my should to cry on after making a bad decision, after you advice to choose something else, and never saying “I told you so.” (Even though I know you wanted to). I now know that, no matter how much I mess up, you will always be there like a light at the end of a dark tunnel.

6. If I hate them, then you hate them too.

Thank you for taking my side in the drama that I subjected myself to. Thank you for listening to my complaints about the people I was forced to see everyday, and for keeping me calm when I felt like I could hit someone. Thank you for hating the same people that I hated. I always knew we thought alike.

5. You know what I’m feeling, when I’m feeling it, and why I feel it.

Thank you for being able to read my mind, especially when it came to any kind of relationship that I’ve ever had. I’m grateful for being able to walk in with that look on my face, and you know exactly what is going on in my head. Thank you for telling me that it’s okay to express my feelings, and for leaving something alone when I don’t want to talk about it.

4. You taught me that it’s okay to be different.

Thank you for always telling me to go left when everyone else went right. Thank you for being your weird self, and loving Disney almost as much as I do. You constantly tell me to go my own way, and to never worry about what anyone else may be doing. Even now, I have trouble walking down my own path because of the way my friends walk down their paths. But, I know that you’d probably kill me if I ever came out normal like the rest of them.

3. You’re my #1 fan.

Thank you for being at every game, meet, competition, show, and recital that you could possibly be at. You’ve always encouraged me to follow my dreams, no matter where it may take me one day. I appreciate every piece of advice that you’ve ever given me about getting older and going college (even when I didn’t want to listen to it). Thank you for telling me I was the best in that show, even though you’re my mom and have to be biased. Thank you for telling me when I could do better, and for helping me pick up the pieces when I failed again. But most of all, thank you for supporting me and making sure I knew that I would never fail you.

2. You’re the bestest friend that I’ve ever had.

Thank you for being my best friend when I needed you the most. Thank you for wiping my tears when he broke my heart, and for being as happy as I was when I got the leading role in a musical. Thank you for being my right-hand man, and telling me that I deserve better than that jerk who left me for her. I appreciate all of our dinner and movie dates, which usually ended in laughter and music.

1. You’re the greatest mom a girl could ever ask for.

Lastly, thank you for birthing me (I know that it couldn't have been easy). Thank you for being my mom, even when you could probably kill me sometimes. Thank you for being my inspiration, my shoulder to cry on, and the person that I will always love unconditionally. Thank you for laughing uncontrollably with/at me and for going on adventures with me. But most importantly, thank you for doing your best to take care of me. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, but I’m glad that you’ve put up with me for as long as you have.

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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My Mom Is My Biggest Weakness In The Best Way Possible

Although my mom is still my parent, she's also a friend.


My parents are everything to me. They raised me to be independent, strong, smart, and hard working. They made sure to keep me in line, to ensure that I would be respectful and responsible. They raised me to be prepared for the world before I graduated high school. For everything they've done, I'm very grateful.

Focusing on my mom more specifically, she is my weakness. By that I mean, I can go to her with anything and I know she's willing to listen, to be open, and she won't impart judgment.

My mom always knows how to calm me down, but she is the one person who can also make me cry harder. I don't mean this in a bad way. It's just that whenever I've had a tough day or my anxiety has been heightened by some ordeal, I know that if I see my mom or if I even call her over the phone, the waterworks come flooding. I don't know what it is about my mom that makes me feel so emotional, so vulnerable. Each time I go to her, it's almost as if I'm a kid again, crawling into her mother's arms, seeking a nurturing soul to tell me that everything will be okay.

Sometimes I even avoid calling my mom when I'm in a rut because I refuse to cry or feel weak. For instance, if I had a problem, I'd avoid talking to her about it. If a week goes by, I'll update her on my problems, and begin crying about it (even though I was already over it beforehand). My mom can bring out anything from me. She laughs when I tell her this because she knows that no matter how old her baby girl gets, she'll always need her mama.

I think as I've gotten older, I've realized how much more my parents mean to me. As a kid, I always felt like they were against me. I felt as if they didn't want me to do anything and didn't want me to grow. As an adult, I realize it's the exact opposite. My parents have always wanted what's best for me, and because I've grown to understand this, I feel so much closer to them.

I feel as though now, although my mom is still my parent, she's also a friend. She's someone I can go to when I feel down, someone I can go to for a good laugh. She's so much better than me in so many ways. She's outgoing, loud, obnoxious, smart, and is always seeing the good in situations. When I talk about my mom to other people, they're always so interested in meeting with her or talking with her. When they finally get the chance to, they're instantly drawn to her character. They're drawn to her laughter. I kid you not, my mom can light up a room in seconds. She is always the life of the party. It sometimes makes me jealous when people find out how amazing my mother is because I swear they'd rather be friends with her than me.

What people don't see is her struggles. They don't see the pain she goes through with her ongoing injury. They don't see that not only does it take a physical toll, but also an emotional toll. She hides it really well because that's what parents are "supposed to do." My mom is the strongest person I know and to see the two contrasts of her is astonishing. To think that someone so full of life can also battle personal struggles, it's hard to see, especially because she's my mom and all I want is the best for her. One part of my mom struggles while the other part of her is so vibrant, so full of life, so sassy.

I don't know how she's put up with all of the hardships in her life. I've never seen someone work so hard and refuse to fail. She refuses to be taken advantage of. I've never seen someone as amazing as my mother. She can do anything.

I think my mom looks down on herself sometimes. I think, like any woman, she sees imperfections. What I don't think she sees, that I wish she would, is the tenacity she has. I want her to see herself the way I do: beautiful, strong, courageous, sassy, outgoing. I could go on and on about how much my mom inspires me and how she's made me appreciate her in more ways than one.

Mom, thank you for all that you do and all that you are. I hope you know how much Rachel, Vanessa and I all love you. I hope you know that no matter what struggles we go through, you are our rock. You hold the fort down and you're always there to make sure we're good, even when you aren't yourself. Thank you for always thinking of us, for believing in us, and for never turning your back. I love you more than you know.

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