So, as corny as it may be, my first article will be about my wonderful mother, just in time for Mother's Day! Make sure to tell your moms how much they mean to you, because I know I never do that enough.

Anyone who knows my mother knows I have the best mom there is, and there's no arguing that. My mom is more than my best friend; she's my uplifter when I'm sad, my ice cream date when I want to be fat (which, just to point out, is pretty dang often), and my blunt word when I need it (this is also pretty dang often). At age 19, I never thought I'd have the relationship I do with my mom. I can honestly tell her everything. I thought I'd have to wait until 30 to tell her all the crazy, dumb things I did in high school behind her back. Or maybe I just thought it was behind her back, and she really always knew. I don't know, but either way, she just gets it. Most kids can't say their mom gets them, but mine, she actually gets it. She really understands me.

And there's more.

My mom is a super mom. I grew up with her being a stay at home mom, and yes, we got lots of judgement for that one. I say "we" because even the mean girls from my school told me comments about how easy my mom had it. I don't know about you, but my mom having to deal with me and my two brothers every day, all day, is not easy. Anyway, because of this, I guess you can say I was a little-- okay A LOT-- spoiled to my mom. When I forgot my homework at home, she'd bring it to school, usually with some sort of treat (I really liked the Little Debbie cakes). When I was in elementary, she gave me one day a year I could skip school and go wherever I wanted; we usually ended up at Kart Ranch or The Children's Museum. When I got into competitive cheerleading, she'd do my glitter eyes and big ponytail, no matter how much I screamed and cried. I remember, "It hurts to be beautiful" and "That's it; we're not doing cheer next year." (But she always signed me up anyways.) She was at every competition, maybe not being the crazy mom with furry, green hair, but being the best mom, cheering me on for every stunt that hit and cheering me up for every one that fell. When I got to middle school, it got rough and girls got mean, and she'd let me sleep in if she thought I was just too stressed for school. In high school, I'd send a text saying that I was hungry, and the next thing I knew, I'd be getting called to the office to pick something up, either a home-cooked meal or my favorite order from Tiger Inn.

My point is, my mother is better than yours. Okay, no, that's not my point (but it is true).

My point is that my mother, and your mother, and all the mothers around us do so much, and what do we do? Certainly not enough.

I know I never say it enough, but mom, thank you so, so much. Everything you've done, it never goes unnoticed. I remember every piece of advice you've given, all the constant "You look beautiful"'s that I tell you to stopppp for. I remember the hugs we shared when boys broke my heart, and the anger I heard in your voice about all those stupid boys. I remember the pride in your eyes listening to my Valedictorian speech, and the support in your heart when I came home the first semester of college with a 2.46. Eek. But you loved me through it. You've loved me through everything, and I couldn't be more thankful.

Thank you, thank you, thank you mom. Times a million. You really are the best mom, and I'm not being biased, okay maybe I am, but so what? This article is just a drop in the ocean of all you do for me, and I can't thank you enough, but I can try my best for now on.

I love you.

And I'm so glad I'm a mama's girl