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.*
*At twenty-six, I still call my mom “mommy” and I’m not ashamed.Tags: happy mother's day, mom, mommy, mother, mother's day, my mom, personal files, trend addictions