If any of you moms out there have boys… just watch this and it will make your day.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I’d like to thank my mom for putting up with me and my shenanigans, and always standing beside me even when she could’ve run away screaming.
We are very different people. She’s always doing the right thing, not a trouble maker. She never smoked a cigarette a day in her life, and almost never touches alcohol — with the exception of a well-made Fuzzy Navel on a special occasion.
She’s always working to help others. And no matter how much she gives of herself, no matter how tired she gets, she never complains.
So, to my sweet mother, thank you for:
- Not spanking me when I hid by your expensive floor length white drapes (after sneaking a chocolate pudding), and forever ruining them. But instead, taking a picture and laughing.
- Being involved in every activity of mine as a kid, even though I must’ve embarrassed you because I was the weird one.
- Teaching me to work hard, and not to expect a hand-out from others. This one came in handy big time!
- Accepting that I would spill my milk at dinner every night.
- Always having the good sense to keep me safe from the sun’s harmful rays, without sacrificing style.
- Being patient the day Ricky and I pretended to run away from home. I guess you had a feeling we weren’t going far with that can of Campbell’s soup and one of your big chocolate chip cookies in our runaway pillow case.
- Calmly cleaning up… after one of my friends vomited all through our house on graduation day. And mom, thank goodness for Facebook because the culprit finally came clean 30 years later. It was Larry Rothang… and he apologizes.
- Just shaking your head as my friends and I returned from a crazy night out before heading to college, and I rang the doorbell so you’d answer it and see me on the front porch hugging an orange traffic cone.
- Being honest enough to tell me when I’m too hard on my kids, too petty, or overreacting. Because…. I still do all of that stuff, but not as much.
- Pretending to agree when I tell my kids “I was the perfect child,” and not selling me out like dad does.
- Being my role model. Someday I want to grow up to be just like you. 🙂
I love you, Mom! Happy Mother’s Day!!