Mom, you were right: A Mother’s Day tribute.

As we all know, Mother’s Day is this weekend. My mother also has the pleasure of having her birthday fall in the same weekend. Because I’m unable to go home this weekend to see my wonderful mother, I thought I’d write a blog post about her awesomeness. Today happens to be the day between her birthday and Mother’s Day, so I thought it would be a good time to post.

In Orlando at Universal.

Over the years, my mom and I have had some nasty fights, that’s for sure. I would have hated to have such a bitchy teen for a daughter, and honestly I don’t know how she did it. I’m quite possible the most single-minded person ever and she had to make me do quite a few things I didn’t want to do, like dragging me out of bed every Sunday to go to church and visit my grandparents once a week and writing thank-you notes for every gift I ever recieved.

So I have to say, Mom, you were right.

Nowadays, I love visiting my grandfather when I’m home and I write more thank-you notes than you probably do. There has to be a fire for me to leave the house without makeup on – a lesson you taught me (thank goodness for that one).

Visiting me at OU.

Then there are the things you never made me do. I was never forced to stay in any sport I didn’t want to play. This resulted in me jumping from sport to sport (ballet, soccer, swimming, volleyball) before I found one that really stuck. You never made me skate if I didn’t want to and when I (almost) quit once, you didn’t force me to do it. You didn’t make me go to an in-state University just because I could go for free. Instead, you let me follow my dreams and go out-of-state, despite extended family tirelessly trying to convince me otherwise.

That first real boyfriend? You never liked him, despite my protests that he was, indeed, a good guy. He wasn’t. Big surprise, you were right, you’d sensed something bad from the beginning. At the time, I didn’t see it, but now I know that you were just looking out for me. I know you still worry about me being alone now, too. Always asking if there are any boys in my life, just because you want me to be happy.

Last Easter

I know you still worry. But don’t worry about silly things (like me driving at night) but don’t worry Mom, because despite your sometimes seeming paranoid-ness, you taught me well and I have a good head on my shoulders because of it.

So this weekend is all about you, Mom. Please accept this post as my gift to you, and know that I appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me, even if I seemed ungrateful at the time.

One of my favorite photos of my Mom and Dad.

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  1. This was the best present I could ever have wished for. Thank you so much. 1-2-3 forever and always. And remember, you are my favorite child.

  2. This was the best present I could ever have wished for. Thank you so much. 1-2-3 forever and always. And remember, you are my favorite child.

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