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Mom.
There is something inherently comforting in that word.
Mom is home. Mom is warmth. Mom is nurture and love and safety. Mom is the smell of supper on the stove as you step into a cozy warm house. Mom is the kiss on the tear streaked cheeks of a little girl who fell off her bike. Mom is the middle of the night hug when bad dreams strike. Mom is the soft place to land when friends exclude and boyfriends don't call. Mom is the cheerleader of all endeavors, from jog-a-thon laps to planning a wedding. Mom is forgiveness when it's not deserved (or even asked for). Mom is love in its truest form. Mom is the heartbeat of the family.
To say my mom is a blessing in my life is a colossal understatement. From near and far she has always been my go-to, and I can't remember a time that I didn't want to call my mom to hash out the day's triumphs and struggles. Now that I'm a mom I understand just how much my mom sacrificed (and continues to) for our family. She somehow managed to keep our house meticulous, keep the laundry caught up, keep track of our schedules, cook every meal from scratch and work full-time, and always - always - had hours and hours to bake, read, play, watch movies, sew and shop with me.
As an only child I depended on my mom a lot when it came to my entertainment. I must have been such a pest! I was constantly asking her to play games with me, take me here or there, bake this or that with me.... the list goes on and on. Every Easter she would hide and re-hide (and re-re-re-hide) the eggs for me to find. She put up with my endless requests to play "store", played countless hours of Yahtzee, Mall Madness, Mouse Trap and Life with me, and watched the same goofy kid movies with me repeatedly. Every morning she would get up before dawn to pack my lunch, make my breakfast and get everything situated for my day and even took the time to curl my hair before school every day when I was in high school. She also happens to be drop dead gorgeous. During my waitressing days the boys I worked with would fight over whose section she was going to sit in when she came in for lunch. "Is your hot mom gonna come in today??" And did I mention she's a legit hero? Yep, true story. Check out this babe:
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There isn't a single day that goes by that I don't think of my mom a hundred times. In everything I do with my son I strive to be as patient, present and thoughtful as she. I hope I can be even half the mom she is.
Mom, I love you with all my heart! I am forever grateful and honored to be your daughter.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
