My mom is the best.
Sure, for Mother’s day I could have ordered her a t-shirt or mug that says “World’s best mom!” But it is time I stopped acting 10. (Well, except for when I’m playing with Jordan.) No, this year I’ll write about what a great mom I have.
I remember in 1986 having a childhood Transformers action figures addiction. She kept track of which ones I had – I recall her going through the shelves of the boxed toys seeking any I didn’t already have. She made sure I had every single one she could find.
As an adult, she would drive most of the day to pick me up after meetings in Washington DC to get me “home.”
One time I must have been acting irritable while driving somewhere. She didn’t say anything and just pulled into a Burger King drive thru and ordered my favorite sandwiches. She knew what I needed.
Since I have lived far from home for so long she has sent me countless “care packages.” I remember them while at scout camp, while in Alaska, and certainly even this year. She knows to tuck in Twizzlers.
At Christmas this year everyone in the family commented about what a great job she did in choosing presents. She must have a tattered piece of paper in her purse where she jots down ideas for people as they comment on something.
She still manages to send cards for holidays and birthdays. In one year I probably get more cards from her than I have sent her in my life.
I know that raising the three of us wasn’t easy. And I’m sure we still do things that she wishes we didn’t. But she’s incredibly supportive of us. It is comforting to know mom will always be there for us.
I love you mom.
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