Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Happy Birthday Mama!!
Why do I have this life that I love? My mom. In no way does my daily list compare. Despite all the times I've taken her for granted and still do, she tells me I'm a good mom when I feel like a failure. Understands my boys and sees the good in them. That even sometimes mom can't fix it, (but Grandma can). Listens to me talk about everything from potty training to the frustrating economy. Encourages me to get on the elliptical one more day (for me.) Makes my husband feel important and successful in her eyes. There is nothing more important than family. Taught me it was worth it and more to have the day I do and go to bed exhausted just knowing that my boys are safe (and for the most part happy). I owe hours of no sleep, worry, laughter, patience, and love. I know that there is no repayment appropriate. But I know that those slobbery open mouth baby kisses, that cry for mama when they're really hurt, that no matter how much they take me for granted, there's a special place (on a completely different level) that's only reserved for mom, mama or mommy (sometimes even honey, sweetheart or Kellie mama) but it's not just mine. Those wonderful boys, those small minutes of heaven are because of my mom, and the mom she was and is to me, and that's why I'm the mom I am to them.