At 3 years old it's, "Mommy, I love you."
At 10 years old it's, "Mom, whatever."
At 16 years old it's, "My mom is annoying."
At 18 years old it's, "I'm leaving this house."
At 25 years old it's, "Mom, you were right."
At 30 years old it's, "I want to go to mom's house."
At 50 years old it's, "I don't want to lose my mom."
At 70 years old it's, "I would give up everything to have my mom here with me."
You only have one mom.
I saw this on someone's Facebook status the other day, and I tried to find the source but had no luck. All I know is that it's true, and it's a reminder to appreciate our moms not just today on Mother's Day, but every day.
I know I haven't always shown my mom the appreciation she deserves, but I sure hope she knows how much I love her.
For a while after my mom and dad got married, my mom was not even sure she wanted kids-- or at least she wasn't at the point where she felt "ready." I came as a complete and total surprise, against all odds. We're talking despite "The Pill," date nights out on the town with cocktails, trips to the sauna, diet foods and drinks, and long, hard runs to lose that "pesky few pounds" that wouldn't budge.
After dealing with a hard lump in her abdomen that wouldn't go away despite all the dieting and exercise, my mom thought it was time to go to the doc. If you know my sweet mama, you won't be surprised to hear that she was convinced she had a tumor... since there was no way she could be expecting. She got a doctor's appointment that happened to fall on a Friday the 13th... Yep, she knew she was doomed.
Friday the 13th came, and she insisted on going to the doctor alone so she could take on the bad news by herself. Well, that doctor's appointment went nothing like she had planned. Before she knew it, the nurse was coming in telling her to "go home and get out of those size 6 jeans" because she was 5 months pregnant. (To answer everyone's burning question right now without too much detail... Yes, she was functioning just like a non-pregnant woman that whole 5 months, if you get my drift.) Needless to say, she was pretty shocked and soon had what she has described as "the shortest pregnancy ever."
My mom may not have thought she was "ready" for me, but she embraced her role as a mother, and she has loved me with every ounce of her being from the moment she knew about me. (And I'm guessing that God knew she was more ready that she thought because she had two more kiddos after me.) I am so thankful for all she has given me, all she has done for me, and all she has taught me about kindness, compassion, and love for all people and all living things. Like so many, she is a remarkable woman who just doesn't get thanked enough.
I am so blessed to have come into this world to a woman as special as my mama.
(Can we say butterball?)
(This is where I get my love for animals.)
(Yeah, I didn't have hair until I was like 4. I had to wear
super girlie clothes or people thought I was a boy.)
(My mom worked at a bank where they dressed up for Halloween.)
(By the end of that Halloween I was a sick kiddo... I believe I had to go to the
hospital because I was dehydrated.)
(Isn't she beautiful?)
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms!
(And especially my sweet Mama.)
** A special thanks to my sister Brittany for helping me get some pictures of me and my mom from when I was little. I didn't bring many photos with me to Hawaii, so my sweet sister searched the photos at home and took pictures of pictures since their scanner doesn't work. (Which also explains picture quality) ;-) **