Praying. Selfless. Loving. Devoted. Caring. Defending. Teaching. Preaching. Encouraging. Laughing. Hard-working.
Just a few words that quickly come to mind when thinking of one of my biggest heros in life, my mama.
I remember coming home from kindergarten to find my PB&J with milk all ready to be devoured by a hungry 5-year-old. (And, just let me stick something in here real quick--my mom makes THE best PB&J; just ask any one of her 50+ babysittin' kids, or any of my high school classmates who used to PAY me to TRADE them a nutty bar for my PB&J.) Then, with a full belly, I'd curl up on the couch with her for a quiet nap. Ah...I had it made...
I remember the day I was walking home from kindergarten with my new Shera lunch bucket when a stupid bully pushed me down and kicked my lunch bucket way down the sidewalk...little did he know, my mom was right there, watching me from the front door...poor kid! lol I bet he isn't a bully anymore.
I remember always coming home to a decorated home around every single holiday throughout the year.
I remember hot, summer days at the pool, followed by an ice cream cone from Mike's Bionic Burger. Unbeknownst to me, she had scraped the bottom of the piggy bank to get those 91 pennies.
I remember mom at every single tennis match, always with a cooler full of snacks and drinks, just for me...and my partner. And she watched, and kept quiet, which was totally against her nature. :)
I remember her giving me a bath when I was too weak following my wisdom teeth extraction.
I remember her holding me on the couch at 3 a.m. just 5 years ago while I sobbed with a broken heart.
I remember her driving me to school, going back home, picking me up, taking me to work, going back home, picking me up, taking me back to school, going home, picking me up, then taking me home...every day for 2 years.
I remember her holding my feet and telling me, "everything is going to be okay," on October 6, 2008 when my world had completely stopped.
I remember how bad I hurt her--and I never, ever want to do it again.
Yes, along with the good and fun memories, I can recall times of hurt, pain, and sadness--and that's okay. Those times have made our relationship what it is today. And for that, I'm most thankful. I wanna take the time I have now, while she's here, to love on her and be thankful for her. To honor her now, rather than wait 'til she's gone, for putting up with me :), for being a faithful wife, mother, woman, for loving Dad, being a prayer warrior, and staying strong when the rest of us can't. For withstanding all the bumps and bruises along her journey, from her days of growing up to now, that have shaped her.
I love you, Mom!
If your mom is still here, this is a perfect time to go love on her. May shock her, but do it anyway.
Are you thankful for your mom today?