Sunday, May 9, 2010

Word to My Motha

Today I arrived at Sunday school, met by little girls all abuzz with what they had done, or were going to do for their mothers for mother's day.

"We got my mom a camera!"

"We got our mom a chocolate fondue kit!"

"We're taking our mom out to lunch at the club!" I still do not know what or where 'the club' is, but apparently, it's a very big deal.

This got me thinking about some of the childhood gifts I have gotten my mom for mother's day:

  • The classic butchering of her rose bush to assemble a jam jar containing 3-4 semi wilted roses of varying size, exhausted from being man-handled by an eight year old.
  • The...well, I'm not really sure what you would call two 4" paper plates hot glued together with the center cut out of one of them to frame a small bunch of dried flowers. Plus bow for the 'wow' factor.
  • Lunch out with my mom and sister, where we would lecture her about taking time for herself. Sounds relaxing and not at all obnoxious, right?
You get the idea. My mother is a very patient and gracious woman.

So this year, I thought I would take a moment to praise my mother on the interweb, to explain to you all why she is awesome:
  • My mother used to bust out her sewing machine and make my brother and I super-cool bean bags to toss back and forth at each other.
  • She endured the aforementioned, poorly planned mother's day gifts.
  • Somehow, my mother can survive on less sleep than any other person I know. How does a person work five, 12 hour shifts in a row on an average of 5-6 hours of sleep per night? I have no idea. I believe she is part photosynthetic.
  • She worked tirelessly to sponsor things like music events, flute lessons, ballet, school, internships, wedding. Without complaining.
  • She always planned (and executed) very creative and fun birthday parties.
  • My mom cannot insult people, or swear, to save her life. "These chips are funky!" Whoa mom, let's watch the trash talk.
  • If you were to Google her name in Google Images, she is the fourth image to show up on the first hit page.
  • She has always been loving and supportive toward her family and friends. She is kind, lovely, funny and compassionate.
I could go on, but all of this is to say that I love my mom and I'm so thankful for her. She really is an amazing woman.

Happy mother's day, mom:)


3 comments:

Dave said...

I couldn't help myself. I just had to try it. Yes, I googled your mom and sure enough, she was right there in position 4. Cool!

I don't know your mom very well, but she seems like a wonderful lady and a great mom.

Mamala said...

Thank you for the very kind words. I must say, that one of the first and one of my favorite gift/creations from you, was your precious handprint in the plaster-of-Paris. Some of the many other pleasant memories involve watching you grow in so many other ways: 1) Your beautiful artwork in your book reports in 1st grade. 2) Seeing your "potential" even then, when you sang out, "I am a Promise, I am a Possibility..." 3) Sending you off on Halloween in your "piece of pizza" costume. 4) Summer school writing classes and music camps from Mt. Shasta to Grass Valley. However, now you are about to embark on one of the most amazing accomplishments; becoming the mother of a beautiful "gift from God." You will experience the pleasure of agape love!!!!!!! You will embrace this child and once that child enters your home, life will never ever be the same. I love you and I cannot wait for the opportunity to love this grandchild...With much love, Mom

Mamala said...

P.S. It occurred to me after my post, that I had indeed referred to YOU many years ago, as a "Gift from God," when I told your brother that he was going to have a sibling. He decided that a "sister" would be best, however, a year after you arrived, when you were crawling and acquainting yourself with "his" toys, he had a change of heart. He announced one frustrating day, after you were found playing with his treasures, said, "Sometimes, I just want to send her back to God!"

This is yet another joy of being a mom. Many years later, children create smiles that continue to warm your heart....