This comes from my dad's sister:
"I have always been a huge fan of your Mom. I respect, love and admire her. I really have learned a lot from her because she is such a fantastic example of amazing womanhood. (If I kept going, I would use up all the
complimentary adjectives.) My brother is one blessed man! Love you all."
Mom, thank you for being close to you sister in law so that I can have such a wonderful aunt in my life.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Day 34
My mom's house is like haven for my children. Not only does she have everything they would want (toys, yummy food, grandma and grandpa, etc.), she also has everything they need. She regularly buys Pediasure for the girls, which is prescribed by their GI doc. She makes sure she has bottles and formula on hand for Rosie, and extra binkies for Nora. She has spare PJ's, socks and toothbrushes. When I bring the kiddos there I know they will be well taken care of, and I never have to worry if I forget something.
Thanks mom!!
Thanks mom!!
Day 34
There's a new feature to my blog - requests! Today's post comes from my sister Erica, who had this to say:
"Mom would make us sack lunches every day for years. I find it annoying to make myself lunch every day, let alone for me, husband, and 4 kids. I would've given in to $2 school lunches on the second day of kindergarten if I was in her position. But we all know her lunches were way better than mushy fish sticks and frozen pizza."
Thanks, mom!
"Mom would make us sack lunches every day for years. I find it annoying to make myself lunch every day, let alone for me, husband, and 4 kids. I would've given in to $2 school lunches on the second day of kindergarten if I was in her position. But we all know her lunches were way better than mushy fish sticks and frozen pizza."
Thanks, mom!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Days 29-32
I have been quite sick lately, and it has gotten me thinking of all the many times I was sick growing up. As a mother of sick kids, I know how tiring it can be to constantly be at the doctor's office during your "free time". As I mentioned in a previous post, my mom even quit her job once to drive me to Seattle Children's for daily physical and occupational therapy. She was always my advocate. When doctors didn't know what was wrong, she forced them to figure it out. When they did figure it out, she researched non-stop for the best ways to help me. This has not changed as I've become an adult, and she does the same for her grandchildren. Here are 4 examples (of many):
1. As a very young child I would get ear infections constantly. I still remember my ENT - Dr. Magee. I know it must have gotten old for my mom, but she never let one slide. As soon as I started showing symptom, she'd haul me off to the doctor. Eventually they put tubes in my ears, which created even more work for her as she'd have to try and keep me from going under water in the bath. Erica and I had a code name for this since I knew it was forbidden: "Deep Fun." It's so hard to make your kids realize you're just trying to do what's best for them!
2. Before I was diagnosed with endometriosis, every doctor I saw used to just tell me "menstrual cramps are painful, deal with it." In addition to pain that is worse then labor, I would also have ovarian cysts that would rupture on a regular basis. I refused to believe that this was the norm, and so did my mom. She kept taking me to doctors until we finally found one who was willing to help me. It took almost two years, but she did not give up. It's a good thing too, because I was about to tell someone to just take my uterus out.
3. Because of aforementioned girl-part problems, it was a little difficult getting preggers. I saw a reproductive endocrinologist who suggested I go on an extremely strict yeast-free diet, as most women who have endometriosis also have a candida overgrowth. My mom was taking a college composition class at the time and decided to do her research paper on candida. She bought several books on the subject, helped me with my meal planning, and even did a petri dish study where she put brewer's yeast in several different dishes, then added a different ingredient to each dish to see how it reacted. FYI, white sugar was the worst. She specifically researched how the candida overgrowth inhibits inception, so I was very happy to provide her with proof of how well the diet works, since after 6 weeks I got pregnant.
4. Since Harper and Nora were diagnosed with Crohn's Disease, my mom has not stopped researching causes and treatment options. I'm pretty sure she tells everyone she meets about my kids, in hopes that someone will be able to help. She comes with me to their doctor appointments, and/or takes care of the ones(s) who aren't going that particular day.
Mom, thank you so much for always taking care of me and my kids!
1. As a very young child I would get ear infections constantly. I still remember my ENT - Dr. Magee. I know it must have gotten old for my mom, but she never let one slide. As soon as I started showing symptom, she'd haul me off to the doctor. Eventually they put tubes in my ears, which created even more work for her as she'd have to try and keep me from going under water in the bath. Erica and I had a code name for this since I knew it was forbidden: "Deep Fun." It's so hard to make your kids realize you're just trying to do what's best for them!
2. Before I was diagnosed with endometriosis, every doctor I saw used to just tell me "menstrual cramps are painful, deal with it." In addition to pain that is worse then labor, I would also have ovarian cysts that would rupture on a regular basis. I refused to believe that this was the norm, and so did my mom. She kept taking me to doctors until we finally found one who was willing to help me. It took almost two years, but she did not give up. It's a good thing too, because I was about to tell someone to just take my uterus out.
3. Because of aforementioned girl-part problems, it was a little difficult getting preggers. I saw a reproductive endocrinologist who suggested I go on an extremely strict yeast-free diet, as most women who have endometriosis also have a candida overgrowth. My mom was taking a college composition class at the time and decided to do her research paper on candida. She bought several books on the subject, helped me with my meal planning, and even did a petri dish study where she put brewer's yeast in several different dishes, then added a different ingredient to each dish to see how it reacted. FYI, white sugar was the worst. She specifically researched how the candida overgrowth inhibits inception, so I was very happy to provide her with proof of how well the diet works, since after 6 weeks I got pregnant.
4. Since Harper and Nora were diagnosed with Crohn's Disease, my mom has not stopped researching causes and treatment options. I'm pretty sure she tells everyone she meets about my kids, in hopes that someone will be able to help. She comes with me to their doctor appointments, and/or takes care of the ones(s) who aren't going that particular day.
Mom, thank you so much for always taking care of me and my kids!
Friday, June 3, 2011
Day 28
Vacation with young kiddos can hardly be classified as vacation. Don't get me wrong - it's fun....but afterwards you need a "real" vacation. So thanks for taking us on so many vacations growing up!
Days 25-27
When I was a senior in high school I walked into Fairwood Pet Store for fish food and fell in love with a tiny orange kitten. She reached out of the cage and literally grabbed onto my shirt! I held her for almost an hour before I left to go ask my parents if I could bring her home. That night we went to Gordito's in Greenlake for dinner and I dropped it on my parents, thinking they wouldn't make me cry in public....but I was wrong! They both immediately said no, and I immediately started crying. Don't judge. You didn't see how cute this kitten was.
After dinner I asked my mom to drive home with me, and alone in the car I asked her to just come see the kitten. She didn't have to let me get her, she just had to come look at her. So she came with me back to Fairwood Pets, and it didn't take long to convince her. As a parent I now know how important it is to keep a "united front", but mom, thank you for letting me get Truman even though you knew dad didn't want it.
We brought her home and my mom helped me sneak her into the house. She found a small box to use as a litter box and helped me (quietly) set up her food, water, potty, and bed. Thank you.
She didn't tell my dad what we did. She trusted me to deal with the situation myself. Thank you for that.
And for my dad's part, just as I suspected, it was love at first sight. The next morning I brought the little orange ball of fluff into my dad and said, "Dad, this is Truman." He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, but as soon as he held her, he was transformed into a "cat person". Thanks, dad.
After dinner I asked my mom to drive home with me, and alone in the car I asked her to just come see the kitten. She didn't have to let me get her, she just had to come look at her. So she came with me back to Fairwood Pets, and it didn't take long to convince her. As a parent I now know how important it is to keep a "united front", but mom, thank you for letting me get Truman even though you knew dad didn't want it.
We brought her home and my mom helped me sneak her into the house. She found a small box to use as a litter box and helped me (quietly) set up her food, water, potty, and bed. Thank you.
She didn't tell my dad what we did. She trusted me to deal with the situation myself. Thank you for that.
And for my dad's part, just as I suspected, it was love at first sight. The next morning I brought the little orange ball of fluff into my dad and said, "Dad, this is Truman." He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, but as soon as he held her, he was transformed into a "cat person". Thanks, dad.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Days 22-23
My mom is completely obsessed with Cary Grant! We used to buy a ton of candy at Larry's Market and have Cary Grant marathons (which is similar to, but not the same as "Sunday Night Candy", which was buying a ton of candy at Larry's Market and watching X-Files and That 70's Show on Sunday nights). I loved every single movie we watched, but there are two that stand out in my mind as particularly hilarious - although I can't really say if it was because the movie itself was really funny, or just because we had so much fun watching them. Although I do remember my dad turning to me during one of them and saying, "You're giggling more then your mom!" Hehehehe.
Mom, thank you for "I Was A Male War Bride" and "Walk Don't Run".
Mom, thank you for "I Was A Male War Bride" and "Walk Don't Run".
Days 20-21
Most moms send their elementary schoolers off to school with little pearls of wisdom. "Treat others as you wish to be treated", or maybe "It's nice to be important, but more important to be nice." My mom's was "Don't take crap from anyone." I really took this to heart.
My 5th grade teacher was Mrs. Carovano. To say she was "mean" would be like saying Hitler was a "bully." No, she was far more then mean. She was the spawn of Satan. Seriously, I think she might have been. I truly believe it was her ultimate goal to make every student's life a living hell, and she succeeded on a regular basis. I dreaded going to school, and I vividly remember my mom driving me to the front of Fairwood Elementary, telling me she loved me, and then "Don't take her crap." It was easy for me, I knew my parents would never hold me responsible for telling her off (and I actually only did it once). But what was really sad was watching all the other kids be bullied by her and them just take it. One day she had us do an art project, turn them in, then she held ones up she thought were "bad" and asked everyone to tell her why they were ugly. We weren't allowed to leave for recess until we had gone through them all. After the 3rd one I just couldn't take it anymore, and I raised my hand. She called on me and I told her (and I quote) "This is wrong! You are EVIL!" (OK, so I told her off more then once if you can't that time.) She looked quite flabbergasted, so I took it one step further: "I'm telling Dr. Fowler (the principal), and we're going to recess!" And then we did.
Then there was the time in 1st grade when we had to earn "money" by being good, then use that money to pay to go to recess or to the bathroom (seriously, Fairwood Elementary is like a prison). I, for obvious reasons, never had any money. I always had to bum $2 to take a pee. Well my friends got a little tired of it, and one day I really had to go, so I went to Mr. Nickels (also spawn of Satan) and told him I didn't have any money, but I really needed to go to the bathroom. He got this really evil smile on his face and told me I should behave and then I could "earn the privilege" of going to the bathroom. Yes folks, this was my 1st grade class. Well a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, so I went to the corner of the classroom, pulled down my pants, and did my business. I was sent to the principal's office, and as of that day no one had to "pay" to use the restroom anymore.
I may have been a huge pain in the ass for a majority of my teachers, but my mom's words of wisdom helped me stick up for other kids who didn't know how, or were too scared. As I got older I calmed down a bit, and most of my junior high and high school teachers really liked me (although to be fair, none of them were spawns of Satan). I still didn't take any crap - I was just slightly nicer about it.
Mom, thanks for teaching me to stick up for myself, and in turn, to stick up for others!
My 5th grade teacher was Mrs. Carovano. To say she was "mean" would be like saying Hitler was a "bully." No, she was far more then mean. She was the spawn of Satan. Seriously, I think she might have been. I truly believe it was her ultimate goal to make every student's life a living hell, and she succeeded on a regular basis. I dreaded going to school, and I vividly remember my mom driving me to the front of Fairwood Elementary, telling me she loved me, and then "Don't take her crap." It was easy for me, I knew my parents would never hold me responsible for telling her off (and I actually only did it once). But what was really sad was watching all the other kids be bullied by her and them just take it. One day she had us do an art project, turn them in, then she held ones up she thought were "bad" and asked everyone to tell her why they were ugly. We weren't allowed to leave for recess until we had gone through them all. After the 3rd one I just couldn't take it anymore, and I raised my hand. She called on me and I told her (and I quote) "This is wrong! You are EVIL!" (OK, so I told her off more then once if you can't that time.) She looked quite flabbergasted, so I took it one step further: "I'm telling Dr. Fowler (the principal), and we're going to recess!" And then we did.
Then there was the time in 1st grade when we had to earn "money" by being good, then use that money to pay to go to recess or to the bathroom (seriously, Fairwood Elementary is like a prison). I, for obvious reasons, never had any money. I always had to bum $2 to take a pee. Well my friends got a little tired of it, and one day I really had to go, so I went to Mr. Nickels (also spawn of Satan) and told him I didn't have any money, but I really needed to go to the bathroom. He got this really evil smile on his face and told me I should behave and then I could "earn the privilege" of going to the bathroom. Yes folks, this was my 1st grade class. Well a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, so I went to the corner of the classroom, pulled down my pants, and did my business. I was sent to the principal's office, and as of that day no one had to "pay" to use the restroom anymore.
I may have been a huge pain in the ass for a majority of my teachers, but my mom's words of wisdom helped me stick up for other kids who didn't know how, or were too scared. As I got older I calmed down a bit, and most of my junior high and high school teachers really liked me (although to be fair, none of them were spawns of Satan). I still didn't take any crap - I was just slightly nicer about it.
Mom, thanks for teaching me to stick up for myself, and in turn, to stick up for others!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Day 19
My mom is one of the most non-judgmental people I know. It does not matter your race, religion, age, sex, etc., my mom will treat you with the same respect that all human beings deserve. The part I love the best about her is that it doesn't even occur to her that she should do anything else.
For many years my mom worked at the Bank of America tower in downtown Seattle and rode the bus to and from the Renton park and ride. One day a young man got on the bus at one of the stops after my mom had already gotten on - he had bandages on his neck with blood coming out of them. My mom was engrossed in her book and didn't notice him at first, but when she looked up she immediately went to him and asked if he was OK. She noticed that everyone else was trying to avoid him, but I can just picture my mom, completely oblivious to everyone else, shrieking, "Oh my goodness, are you OK?!?!?!" The man told her he had been stabbed and had just come from the hospital. It was gang related, and I'm sure this made everyone on the bus shy away even more. But my mom just sat next to him and talked to him the whole way, then told me that evening of the "sweet young man" she met on the bus. I love this so much about my mom. This is the way Christ loves and has asked us to love - and it just comes naturally to her.
Thank you for this example, mom!
For many years my mom worked at the Bank of America tower in downtown Seattle and rode the bus to and from the Renton park and ride. One day a young man got on the bus at one of the stops after my mom had already gotten on - he had bandages on his neck with blood coming out of them. My mom was engrossed in her book and didn't notice him at first, but when she looked up she immediately went to him and asked if he was OK. She noticed that everyone else was trying to avoid him, but I can just picture my mom, completely oblivious to everyone else, shrieking, "Oh my goodness, are you OK?!?!?!" The man told her he had been stabbed and had just come from the hospital. It was gang related, and I'm sure this made everyone on the bus shy away even more. But my mom just sat next to him and talked to him the whole way, then told me that evening of the "sweet young man" she met on the bus. I love this so much about my mom. This is the way Christ loves and has asked us to love - and it just comes naturally to her.
Thank you for this example, mom!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Day 18
Something that always makes me feel better when I'm feeling down is making people laugh. I especially love to make my mom laugh, and she graciously obliges. I love that. I can call my mom crying and it usually doesn't take long until we are both laughing about something.
Thanks for laughing with me, mom!
Thanks for laughing with me, mom!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Day 17
What goes around comes around! When I was little I was kind of a terror - I threw tantrums and held my breath until I turned blue. I screamed and kicked and raised hell. The slightest thing would set me off - like bumps in my socks which would bother me so much I would stop in the middle of the street to try and fix them, then throw a tantrum when my parents tried to get me to get out of the middle of the street. Thankfully I have since gotten a little more control over my emotions, and hopefully someday Nora will be able to say the same thing!! This girl can kick and scream with the best of them. She hasn't turned blue yet, but I'm thinking that's coming any day now. I am trying to be as patient as my mom was with me.
Thanks for putting up with my tantrums....and I'm sorry for throwing them!
Thanks for putting up with my tantrums....and I'm sorry for throwing them!
This sweet little smile is deceiving!!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Days 13-14
Once, when I was about Harper's age, I was driving in the car with my mom and I turned to her and said, "Mom, is prayer just make believe?" I still remember the shocked and horrified look on my mom's face, and the sound of her voice when she kind of shrieked/gasped, "WHAT?!? NO!" We were at the top of Spanish Hill in Fairwood and she said to me, "God lives. He loves us, He hears our prayers, and He answers them." Thank goodness she told me that. Because He does (on all accounts).
Mom, thank you for 1) your testimony, and 2) teaching me to pray.
Mom, thank you for 1) your testimony, and 2) teaching me to pray.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Day 12
One of my my mom's and my favorite authors is Martha Grimes. She has a couple of different series, and we love them all. The characters are so well written, we are constantly speaking of them as though they were our old (real) friends. We are even planning a trip to England next summer to visit the many sights of her Richard Jury novels. My mom has every Martha Grimes book ever written - I believe it is close to 50. Since I began reading them as a young teenager I didn't buy my own, just read my mom's. When I got married and moved out my mom would bring me the new ones as she finished them. Then one day, out of the blue and for no special reason, my mom came to my house with a box full of all her Martha Grimes books and gave them all to me. It sounds silly, but I was so touched I actually started crying. They are on display in my office, and last Spring I even got a few of them signed when I met her at a reading in North Seattle.
Thank you for the books mom, they mean so much to me!
Thank you for the books mom, they mean so much to me!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Days 6-10
Blogger was down for a few days, so I've got some catching up to do!
Something that has always amazed me about my mom is her selfless service. Somewhere in my mom's very busy schedule she manages to find time to help all her friends and family with whatever they need. Because I have five days to bog about, I'm going to list five acts of service I am thankful for.
1. Since Rosie was born, on a regular basis my mom comes down to my house, gets my ironing, brings it home, does it, and brings it back to me. Once she came down to watch the girls while I went to the doctor and she asked for my ironing. I tried to refuse, but I came home from my doctor's appointment to find my mom in my laundry room stuffing Tom's shirts into a large garbage bag. Thanks, mom.
2. When I was pregnant with Rosie I was on bed rest for a majority of my third trimester - makes taking care of two other little kids kind of difficult. My mom would regularly take Harper and Nora, make me dinner, and clean my house. Thank you so much, mom.
3. When I was 10 I was diagnosed with reflex neurovascular dystrophy and had to go up to Seattle Children's every day for about 6 weeks for physical and occupational therapy. My mom had been doing daycare out of our house, so she quit to drive me to Seattle, stay with me for my 6 hours of therapy, and drive me back home. Yes she is my mom and yes, that was her job - but she still deserves a BIG thank you.
4. Whenever my parents come down to our house for dinner she is always the first one up from the table to do the dishes. Never once has my mom left my house without my kitchen sparkling. Thank you, mom.
5. No matter what time of day or night, or how busy my mom is, I know I can call her and she will say exactly what I need to hear. THANK YOU!!
Something that has always amazed me about my mom is her selfless service. Somewhere in my mom's very busy schedule she manages to find time to help all her friends and family with whatever they need. Because I have five days to bog about, I'm going to list five acts of service I am thankful for.
1. Since Rosie was born, on a regular basis my mom comes down to my house, gets my ironing, brings it home, does it, and brings it back to me. Once she came down to watch the girls while I went to the doctor and she asked for my ironing. I tried to refuse, but I came home from my doctor's appointment to find my mom in my laundry room stuffing Tom's shirts into a large garbage bag. Thanks, mom.
2. When I was pregnant with Rosie I was on bed rest for a majority of my third trimester - makes taking care of two other little kids kind of difficult. My mom would regularly take Harper and Nora, make me dinner, and clean my house. Thank you so much, mom.
3. When I was 10 I was diagnosed with reflex neurovascular dystrophy and had to go up to Seattle Children's every day for about 6 weeks for physical and occupational therapy. My mom had been doing daycare out of our house, so she quit to drive me to Seattle, stay with me for my 6 hours of therapy, and drive me back home. Yes she is my mom and yes, that was her job - but she still deserves a BIG thank you.
4. Whenever my parents come down to our house for dinner she is always the first one up from the table to do the dishes. Never once has my mom left my house without my kitchen sparkling. Thank you, mom.
5. No matter what time of day or night, or how busy my mom is, I know I can call her and she will say exactly what I need to hear. THANK YOU!!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Day 5
My obsession with makeup started when I was very young. I remember sneaking into my mom's bathroom on a regular basis and looking through all her stuff. One time I decided I was actually going to try it on, but I had to do it when my mom wasn't home...and I had to get Erica to do it with me so I'd have someone to get in trouble with. So when I thought my mom had left, Erica and I rushed into her bathroom and put on everything we saw. I still remember the look on Erica's face when we heard my mom coming back up the stairs - pure terror! But as soon as my mom walked in the door she busted up laughing and ran to get her camera.
Mom, thanks for not getting mad at us for getting into your makeup!
Mom, thanks for not getting mad at us for getting into your makeup!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Day 4
Today I was out with a horrible migraine and it got me thinking about all the (many) times I was sick growing up. There was one time that I was out goofing off in the pouring down rain with my friends and my mom got so mad at me when I got home. "Don't you know that's how people get pneumonia??" she said to me. I remember rolling my eyes in typical teenage fashion and telling her I was fine and I wasn't going to get pneumonia. I went to bed and the next morning I woke up with a fever, raging headache and horrible sore throat. CRAP. I have pneumonia, how can I keep this from my mom?? But my humiliation did not override how miserable I felt, so I called for my mom and she came in, took my temperature (105, I remember very vividly because I thought I was going to die), stroked my hair, brought me juice, and took care of me all day. Not once did she say "what did I tell you last night?" Maybe it was because she thought I was going to die too.....but no, I never remember her ever saying anything like that.
Mom, thank you for never saying "I told you so," even though you had plenty of opportunities.
Mom, thank you for never saying "I told you so," even though you had plenty of opportunities.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Day 3
I just finished tucking Harper and Nora into bed, and just like every night they are snuggled up with at least 2 books each. Sometimes in the morning they are halfway across the room (do they throw them in their sleep?), laying on their faces, or somewhere in between, but they always go to bed reading. This is a "tradition" I've passed on from my mother. Reading was a huge part of my childhood - we'd make regular visits to the library and Erica and I would choose from the children's section while my mom filled her basket with mysteries. Before I was 10 years old I had read Treasure Island, Secret Garden, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Heidi, To Kill a Mockingbird, Huckleberry Finn, and every Roald Dahl, Judy Blume and Ramona book, just to name a few. We had little lamps by our bed and every night after my mom said goodnight we'd stay up (longer then we were told) and read until we fell asleep. When I picture my mom, it's usually with a book. I remember on Sunday afternoons she would usually be resting on her (very neatly made) bed with a different book nearly each week. As I got older she introduced me to authors and books that have made a significant impact in my life. It also made my high school English classes a breeze, as I'd already read all of the required books!
Mom, thank you for passing on your love of reading!
Mom, thank you for passing on your love of reading!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Day 2
In the words of Harper, "my mom is the BEST COOKER EVER!" Only in my case, it actually is true - my mom really is the best cooker ever. Not only is she an amazing cook, she is self-taught, and we always had a delicious meal no matter how busy she was. On the two days a week that I go into my office, my kids usually get Mickey Mouse nuggets or Marie Calendar's chicken pot pies (can you tell we shop at Costco?), but I honestly don't remember a single frozen meal growing up. Even when we were remodeling the kitchen she got pretty creative with the microwave. Heck, my mom could even make Spam taste good. But some of my favorites are her cinnamon rolls, eggplant parmesan, scalloped potatoes, pear and Gorgonzola salad,Yorkshire pudding and roast beef, BBQ ribs, steamed artichokes, and a dessert we often begged for growing up which we called "Banana Slop" (graham cracker crust, banana pudding, fudge, whip cream - heaven for a 6 year old).
Mom, thank you for the yumminess!!
Mom, thank you for the yumminess!!
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Day 1
When I was a teenager my mom often complained noted that mother's shouldn't get just one day a year - that we should be grateful all year long. I have strived since then to always show gratitude to my mother for everything she does for me, but I know I often fall short. Nothing has made me realize this more then being a mom myself. Experiencing how hard parenting is, understanding what my own mother when through when I threw tantrums in public, and knowing always, through it all, I can count on her.
Today, the day before Mother's Day, I will begin my Year of Gratitude for my mom. 365 reasons I am thankful for this sweet woman.
Tonight, while taking a break from studying, I called my mom to make our plans for tomorrow. She asked me how my homework was coming, and asked if my sinus infection was feeling any better. She told me she just wanted to relax and take it easy tomorrow, and that for Mother's Day, my gift to her should be to "not worry about her an concentrate on studying". Mommy, today I am thankful for your genuine selflessness.
Today, the day before Mother's Day, I will begin my Year of Gratitude for my mom. 365 reasons I am thankful for this sweet woman.
Tonight, while taking a break from studying, I called my mom to make our plans for tomorrow. She asked me how my homework was coming, and asked if my sinus infection was feeling any better. She told me she just wanted to relax and take it easy tomorrow, and that for Mother's Day, my gift to her should be to "not worry about her an concentrate on studying". Mommy, today I am thankful for your genuine selflessness.
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