A Tribute to my Mom

Happy Mother's Day Mom! I'm writing this as a tribute to my Mom just for being a great Mom. I'm going apologize to her now just because I know that she isn't going to like all the pictures I put up here but these were all I could find without having to scan more and we all know I'm lazy so here they are.

 

My Mom is a great lady. She works hard and puts up with way more than I ever would, but in all honesty, what woman doesn't. She has been working for as long as I can remember as an RN (Registered Nurse) and loves her job, but she also loves being a Mom. In junior high, high school, and college I was always playing something, soccer, softball, volleyball, and travel soccer. In all the years that I played, my Mom was there. She would sit in the rain, snow, heat, and cold usually in her scrubs on because she just came from work to watch me play. She would turn my dirty nasty sweaty socks inside out and hang them on a make shift clothesline in the van that she drove me many many weekends to soccer games all over the state. Then there were to countless times she would wash my clothes, have dinner ready for me when I wasn't home and gave me money even though I had a job. In college she hooked up my room with EVERYTHING!! I had curtains, a computer, an iron with mini ironing board, matching everything, and I was the only one on the hall with a vacuum cleaner (I became popular quickly because of it). Before my wedding she saved the day with the invitations and gave me an awesome shower with all the stuff that I didn't know I needed until I got it (a plunger for example).  

 Mom taught me how to cook...well when I was interested and now a days she is calling me for recipes. She took me shopping for clothes and put up with a lot of "I don't like that" and "I'm not wearing that." I know that I wasn't the easiest person to shop with or for, I'm still that way.

 My Mom was always the person that came prepared for everything. There was always something that we might need in her large bag/suitcase that she called a purse, in the end we usually we would need that one odd thing. I think that is where I get my gut in stint from. I can hear her say, "See I had a feeling that we would need ___."

Mom was the one that taught me not to judge people, well most people, and to do my best to get along with everyone. "Be nice," she would say, "Not everyone thinks the way that you do."

She taught me how to be a good wife to make sure that I knew there were things that I am suppose to take care of as a wife. "You both have your roles." she says. She told me how to get stains out of stuff that I thought was totally ruined and how to be handy around the house with nothing more than a small tool set and some random screws. She said to me that things take time to change and that I have to be patient.

 Mom has also helped me to become a good mom. I was scared and worried about all that I would have to do but she said that I was going to be great, and that I was very patient so being a mom would come very natural to me. She was right. It's not easy but I enjoy it. I'm glad that I'm able to stay home with Max and watch him grow and learn. It is my favorite part. Mom was right, it all did come natural.

Mom has taught me more than she will ever know. I could write a book about it all but at some point I have to end this. I found this poem that I thought would be fitting for all you(r) moms out there. It reminded me of my Mom.

My Mother

A pillar of strength, the pure meaning of Love

A Divine gift from our Lord up above

As gentle as rain on the petals of a rose

She'll kiss away fears and hug away woes

A doctor when tending a cold or scrap

A chef when making cookies or frosting a cake

A tailor, a chauffeur, a fairy god mother at times

But never to busy for a child's nursery rhymes

A source of wisdom that comes from inside

A manager, a bookkeeper and a private tour guide

The one that knows just what to say

When a child is having a difficult day

The maker of dreams and the setter of goals

As a pile of laundry she sits and folds

When strange noises go bump in the night

It's her loving hand that turns on the light

All things to family she feels she must be

Although her family may not see

In our Lord's kingdom the one that will fare

Is the one we call Mother. No others compare!

-Barbara K. Cox

So Mom, thanks for all that you do. Thanks for always being there for whatever I needed and whenever. I couldn't have asked for a greater mom than you. Never forget how great you are and don't let anyone else tell you any different. Happy Mother's Day Mom!