heather’s “mommy”

May
6

I have started and stopped this blog seventeen times.  I have wrote and deleted until my fingers ache and my brain is boggled.  How does someone wrap up the love for their mom in one blog?  I don’t often say this, but I can’t do it.  My mom has been everything to me for twenty-six years.  I can’t even begin to give you a quick synopsis of what our crazy relationship means to me.  Let me just give you this —

When I was younger, I was sure of the following things —

one // My mom wanted to ruin my social life.  Whether by groundings, bans on riding in cars with friends, curfews, or the dial *69 trick to check up on me (this was before cell phones, small people), she was out to get me.

two // My mom was a slave driver.  Between chore lists every day and starting work at Kent Farms at the ripe old age of fourteen, I just knew I’d never live to see graduation.  I was sure am still sure she got enjoyment from dropping me off at 7am every day, with my geeky lunch box cooler.

three // My mom forced me to do things I didn’t want to.  For example, basketball and concert band.  Two things I was absolutely horrendous at.  Really.

four // My mom hated me.  Okay, so I knew she didn’t hate me, but I was sure she was trying to make my life as difficult as possible.  At all times.

I’m not sure when it all clicked, but I slowly figured it out.  The things my mom did to “ruin my life,” were all the things she had done to teach me how to be a pretty awesome person.  (Anyone who actually   knows me, knows I’m incredibly modest.  And sarcastic.)  Somewhere along the way, I began to realize —

one // My mom cared.

two // My mom instilled some awesome work ethic in me.

three // My mom set me up for success.  Always.

four // My mom loves me.

Watching my twelve-year-old sister go through the same feelings I had “back in the day” makes me realize just how lucky us three girls were to have a mom like her.  We may still get on each other’s nerves.  Constantly.  But, I have learned a lot from my mom.  I still learn a lot from my mom.  The person I have become is because of her showing me how to be the best person I can be.  Our relationship cannot be summed up in the confines of one blog post, so with all that I could go on and on about, I’ll just leave you with the fact that I love my mommy.*

Love, Heather.

*At twenty-six, I still call my mom “mommy” and I’m not ashamed.

heather's mommy

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