My life has been blessed. Not always easy, not always perfect, but definitely blessed. Sometimes when I am having a bad moment I start making the list of all I am grateful for in my mind. When I do this my mother is always on that list. My mother was very young and very beautiful when she made the choice to be a wife and mother. I have watched her carry out that job for the last 32 years with more selfless love than I have ever witnessed in another person. I remember fresh baked muffins for school almost every morning, and elaborate birthday cakes for each birthday. I remember her always being there to help me with my homework, wipe my tears, and celebrate my victories. She was (and is) creative and resourceful, tender and loving, patient and kind and the hardest working person that I know. Now that I am a mother I cannot count the situations when I think "what would my mom have done?" and then I know what path to take. Whenever I am too tired, too selfish, or too lazy I think about my mom and try to dig a little deeper, love a little harder and serve a little more.
My mom just celebrated her birthday yesterday and even twenty years younger I still have a hard time keeping up with her energy and spunk. She is still young and still very beautiful.
Happy Birthday Mom!
