Confession, I didn't buy my mom a Hallmark card to give to her tomorrow. Instead I am writing the words I want everyone who cares to listen to know about my mother.
My mom the mother of six children
The non advassiave mother in law to 2 son in laws and 3 daughter in laws. Grandma to 21 grandchildren...and counting!
Mom the one who would serve us lima bean soup for supper and than dish up bowls of ice cream for dessert.
The woman who rocked her newborn daughter and her first grand baby in the space of 3 years.
The wife of my father, the one who respects and loves my daddy like no other.
It was mom who would set the table with pretty dishes and extraordinary food for the smallest reasons.
Mom taught me how to cook and did her very best to show me how to keep a spotless kitchen, unfortunately mother has often seen her kitchen turn into a absolute disaster zone, because every mixing bowl and spoon is being used for the 4 cooking projects being produced at once. Ahem.
And when 2 days before his wedding my brother needed a white dress shirt mom dropped everything to find one.
I am very certain it was my mom who felt the very worst when I was in the midst of those terrible teenage years.
Mom who would not give on teaching me, even when I pushed so hard against the brick wall feeling sure my will was stronger than hers . Than I would watch when she went on her knees before the Lord and than I knew Who it is who really helps us through every situation
Mom sometimes I act too much like the little girl who still hasn't grown up and still has a few things too learn, but you just forgive and love me. You are patient and listen me talk about the same things every time I call and than you give me the same advice for the 10th time. Sometimes some things that are utterly ridiculous make me want to cry, instead mom laughs and than I laugh. I can tell mom anything cause I know she won't tell anyone else and I usually take advantage of this. Mom I can always be sure it will be you who will encourage me because you will tell me where you went wrong and how you went to the Lord and corrected it.
Mom I'm pretty sure that no other woman could put up with me like you do. Thank you.
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