My sister is graduating from graduate school this weekend. In Tampa, Florida. She’s graduating with her Master’s in Public Health…or something like that. She wants to work with people who have AIDS. She’s going to change the world. What does this have to do with Mother’s Day?
Well, my mother, being the good mother she is, is going to Tampa to watch my older sister graduate. She’ll be spending Mother’s Day (morning) in sunny Florida, then flying home. I’ll get to see her for a little while in the afternoon (hopefully) on their way home from the airport. I figured I ought to post this up now, though, rather than run the risk of her never seeing it.
I love my mama. Here’s a list of just some of the reasons I love my mama:
- When we’re near each other and I don’t feel good, she rubs my head to make me feel better.
- She thinks I’m adorable.
- She cooks. She cooks all of my favorite comfort foods…including “Mama’s chicken noodles.”
- Even when she’s stressed out and exhausted, she finds time to be there for me.
- She buys me adorable knockoff cowgirl boots that she finds on sale at K-Mart for $3.74.
- She whole-heartedly supports my weird fascination and obsession with agriculture.
- She calls me “Kelly Girl” and brags about me to her co-workers.
- Her laugh is dorky and infectious.
- She brought four children into this world and managed to raise them all to be pretty okay adults.
- She lets me cry on the phone to her after a hard day.
- She believes in me.
- Her hands always feel incredibly soft and smooth.
- She once high-fived me for making a snarky comeback at my sister…who usual has the upper-hand against me in a battle of wits.
- She’s managed to hold our family together through some of the most unimaginably difficult situations. From financial struggles to the death of my father to difference of opinions, Mama has always been our glue. Our cement.
- She’s adorable.
- She likes to fish. She even baits her own hooks.
- She gave me the “easily amused” gene.
- Have I mentioned her chicken noodles?
- She gives the best advice I could ask for.
- She always seems to know just when to step in and help…but also when to give breathing room and space to make mistakes.
- She’s my mama.
To sum it up…my mama is pretty amazing. She’s strong, brave, charming, endearing, unique, and nurturing. She’s one of the major factors in my ability to keep on keepin’ on, even when things seem unmanageable and out of control. She’s the one who tells me to do what I love. She’s the one who tells me to work in agriculture, if it makes me happy.
So, to all of the mothers out there, past, present, and future, happy Mother’s Day. Don’t you all wish you were so lucky to have a kid blog about you?