If you have a mom like I do, one minute she’ll be doing something important, and the next she’ll either be making the craziest face you’ve ever seen or she’s doing an interpretive dance across the kitchen floor. I am proud to say that the apple doesn’t fall from the tree in that department. I do the exact same thing, and of course, I’ll join her with an interpretive dance in the kitchen.
My mom raised my brother and I to be the weirdest we possibly could be, yet raised us to feel loved and to give love. There is not a day that goes by when I have to leave for work or school and I hear the “love you, drive safe” speech. Yeah, it can get annoying, but she’s doing it out of love. I think I would find it very weird and out of place if she ever stopped saying that.
She’s my mother first and my best friend second. I literally have no idea what I would do with myself if she wasn’t here. You see, I almost lost my mom twice.
Yep, you read the right, twice.
First incident: On June 27th, 1995, it was a normal day. My parents went out for dinner and as they were leaving, my mom’s body at six months decided to get rid of me. Long story short, I was born three months early only weighing three pounds, and of course, my mom made it.
Second incident: When I was in fifth grade, so eleven years ago, my mom had to have what was supposed to be a minor surgery. During that surgery the doctor discovered or should I say “bumped” a tumor on her adrenal gland. What I mean by “bumped” is that when he hit it, it put my mom into heart failure in the middle of surgery. What should have been something minor left my mom in the hospital for several weeks.
My mom is a fighter. I can tell you that I mean that in both ways. If you ever see her, you’ll think she is a body builder by how in shape she is. She also is the fighter that doesn’t take no for an answer and will work incredibly hard at whatever task she is given.
Thank you, mom, for the endless chats about boys, the goofy face competitions we have with each other just about every day, and the advice and “how-to’s” you have given me. Thank you for all of the years of driving me to dance classes (and paying the outrageous prices for them) and for the endless support you have given me in both dance and school.
Really, I truly mean it when I say that I have no idea what I would do without my mom. I text her every day whether it be about something important or just me sending her a “lovely” selfie of my goofy face. So, if you can, go find your mom and tell her how much you love her. Because of her, I know I wouldn’t be the woman (little girl in her eyes) that I am today.
“The best thing about having you as a Mom is my kids having you as a Grandma.”
Mom, I love you.
