Yeah, I know… Most articles have 10 points. (I guess that’s a nice clean number.) But I’ve never really been one to go with the grain. My mom and I have a super close relationship. We’ve always talked multiple times a day. When I move she moves… just like that. (Sorry, I had a moment.) But there are a few things I’ve never told my mom, some things that I really want her to know before it’s too late. Now, I’m not really the most touchy-feely person (being mushy makes me cringe), so I figured a public blog would be the best platform. Here goes…
1. I’m Glad You Weren’t Skinny.
It’s funny the things that stick out in our minds, but I can remember these shoe-shaped badges you earned from some weight-loss program for walking however-many-miles in a week. I saw your drive to become healthier and thinner. (You Go Girl!) But what you didn’t know, is how much I loved those extra pounds. I remember when dad would wake me up early before school so I could curl up with you for a few minutes, that bed was sooooo warm. No skinny mom could EVER make a bed that warm. (Believe me, I’ve tried.)
When I was young, I used to go over to my friends’ houses. When I saw them with their moms, I can still remember wondering HOW IN THE WORLD they could cuddle up with THAT! I felt kind of sorry for my friends… that they didn’t have a mom as smushy as I did.
2. Thank GOD You Weren’t a “Pinterest Mom.”
Yeah, I know… Pinterest wasn’t even invented back then. Our house didn’t even have dial-up internet until I was in high-school. But the principal is still the same. You allowed my brother and I to LIVE in our house. We walked on tables and counters, painted on the walls, put ugly stickers on the doors, and rearranged the furniture so we could slide through the living room in our socks.
We could express ourselves in our own home without worrying about what visitors might say. (And no, we didn’t grow up thinking it was okay to walk on other people’s furniture.)
3. You Set the Bar WAAAAAAY Too High.
I’m sure most people think this way about their moms, but anyone who knows you will agree. I mean, how did you do it? You started a business that helped thousands of children, made beautiful quilts for all of our relatives, hosted enormous annual Thanksgiving vacations, and still managed to continually support your children. (This includes re-teaching me a full semester of geometry during one Christmas vacation.)
Some of my readers may be saying, “Of course, she would support her children. That’s what mothers do!” These readers obviously didn’t know me growing up. I failed my first… hang on, let me count… 6 SEMESTERS of college! (And that was AFTER I recovered from my terrible teens.)
I’m pretty sure most moms would tell their children to get a job (and rightfully so). But not you. You listened, comforted, and uplifted me (kind of like a saint) until I graduated. I am so very thankful you didn’t give up on me.
Most people would called me spoiled,
but my mom calls me
“well taken care of.”
Thank you, mom. Happy Mother’s Day!