As a mother, I am constantly finding myself mentally
comparing myself to my own mom. I cringe
now and then when I say things that are identical to what she once hollered at
me. For a majority of my life, I have been in awe
of her, aside from your typical teenage embarrassment crap. Which I have to admit, I now feel a bit
sheepish over. With confidence I can say
that my mother safeguarded my older brother’s heart, and mine with all her
might. As a mom now, I realize there is
no question to the sacrifices you make for your children. You just make them, no hesitation.
My mom was admittedly the young and cool mom. A woman who taught me that life is too short
to mince words and to be honest with myself and to others. She on many a night taught me how to dance to
the tune of Jerry Garcia, Starship or Hall and Oats. She taught me the art of the maternal
instinct, whether it be catching me climbing in my bedroom window, or knowing
that I was going to be sick in the middle of the night. A woman who knew something was bothering me
before I did, and still does. A woman
who worked her ass off for two kids and was for a long time both our mother and
our father.
To you my beautiful mother and best friend on your 59th
birthday (and of course wedding anniversary to my sweet Daddy Dan) – We love you and
cherish you. You are the first person I
think of when I am bursting with someone to talk to, vent to or just to see how
you are. I couldn’t imagine any key
moment in my life in which you weren’t a part. Dust off your shoulder to another year and be
proud of who you are, which is amazing.
Very sweet. And very true. Happy birthday, Sarah!
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