I’ll even let you borrow my mom…

81 - mom and TabbyApril 30th is the birthday of my mom. It’s a special day, mostly because my mom’s the best. I know it’s cliche for someone to say that about their mother, but I can’t help it – it’s true. Let me tell you a little bit about my mom.

My mother and I haven’t always gotten along. I take after my dad more than my mom. I’ve got a bit of an adventurous spirit and a demanding nature, my mother is domestic and kindly. I love being the center of attention, my mother prefers to stay out of the spot light. Yet, there’s ways I see my mother in myself, I love giving gifts and making things special. I delight in children and taking care of them. I love deeply, like she does. We’re both artistic, quick to laugh, and hopelessly devoted to my father.

The thing about my mother is, she cares. She hurts for my friends when they hurt – even the ones she’s never met. Her heart breaks for other people’s pain. If she had the ability too she’d gather everyone up in a giant hug, help them set their houses in order, and make sure they had everything they need. She’s not someone who just knows pity — she acts. Time and again I’ve seen her prepare food, care, and attention for those we’ve known going through troubles. She applies her wisdom to their situation, even when others can’t see the needs. Her long-standing custom is to make sure that families who have surgery or a death in the family have meals. When someone is sick she’s there with homemade chicken noodle soup. When there’s someone in pain, she’s quick to bring over a comedy movie.

I sometimes take it for granted that I have such an awesome mother. Even now, in my 30s, she’s quick to take care of me when I’m sick or ill. One of my best memories of my mother is when I was little and in the hospital after having my appendix removed. Every time I opened my eyes – no matter how late at night it was or how scared I was – she was there. I remember thinking how amazing that was, even being young I knew that people usually go home when someone’s in the hospital, but not my mom. She was there. It’s only one of the many times she stood by my side through a scary time.

People often admire my amazing confidence, I have to give most of the credit for that to my mom. From my earliest days my mother would tell me that I could do anything (even when I insisted at the age of 5 that I was going to be a horseback rider). She cultivated my love of reading, writing, and teaching. She’s the one who encouraged me on to college and later to get my Masters. She’s always been one of my biggest cheerleaders and I’m happy to say, my greatest friend.

Not everyone has a good mom, it’s not something I realized until I was much older, but now when friends tell me how strained their relationship is with their mom I always tell them, “it’s okay, you can borrow mine.”

So happy birthday Mommy, love you with all my heart.

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  1. Posted April 30, 2013 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

    I think I fell in love with your mom while reading this post

    • Tabz
      Posted April 30, 2013 at 7:59 pm | Permalink

      Yay! 😀 She’s the best!

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