Why I love my mom...

I have to many reasons to list why I love my mom but I will name off a few, cause this coming weekend isn't just about me but her to!

I love my mom because she would do anything in the world for me. If there was something I required on the moon, she would probably find a way to get it.

I love my mom because she still worries about me even at 29. She still has to check in every day and make sure everything is ok. She has to give me a call if I haven't called her to say were "OK" from our 500 mile trek from her house.I

I love that my mom and I have the same birthday. I think this why we are so close and think so much alike and worry so much alike.

I love my mom cause she is always more than thrilled to take my 3 wild boys for a week or two. If she could have them a month or so she would do it. She never complains if they drive her insane or by day 6 or 7 she's worn out and had enough. I can hear it in her voice or the fact when she's calling the day were leaving to see if we have left yet. She's so subtle that way. But I always know that shes saying PLEASE Im begging you come get these children as I have not slept in days.

I love the way my mom tries so hard to be technologically savy. She's got her e-mail buddies and messages me every day on AIM. I love her theories of why her very slow dial up connection is very slow other than the fact that its dial up and AOL. Her main theory was that since the OKC AOL call center had closed or that the lines were wet from all the rain.

I love the way my mom has such an awesome green thumb. I love the way that she loves to mow and pull weeds and grow all things so beautifully. I love that my oldest son is showing to have that passion to.

I love the way my mom could and can sew. She sewed two of my prom dresses which were quite beautiful besides the pink pepto bismal colored one in 9th grade. I dont blame her for the color. The dress was pretty just not the color. She also sewed two elf outfits for me and my best friend for a dance recital. She also sewed our indian dresses for campfire girls.

I love the way my mom could just comfort me when times were hard. Whether it was boy trouble, friend trouble or any kind of trouble somehow she always made things not quite as bad it could be.

I love the way my mom being a nurse could help those in need. Whether it was assisting with someone who had passed out in church or pulling over to assist someone in a motorcycle accident. I always felt safe knowing she could take care of me.

I most of all love the way my mom loves me.

Expectations

As I look around my house and see dishes in the sink and dirty laundry strewn about the floor, I know this is not what I expected it would be like being a mom. I always thought that I'd be the type of mom just like my mom. My mom being the hard worker that she is, always had a fairly clean house. The dishes were always done, the laundry never piled high. This concept was always just something I took for granted. I just assumed this is something moms do keeping houses clean and raising children.

Sure people tell you that this mom business ain't easy, but until you've actually had kids do you really know what they're talking about. You expect some hard work and maybe shed a tear or two when a kid's heart has been broken. You never expect the unexpected. I never expected laundry to accumulate so quickly. I have days where I feel I'm scaling the Himalaya's of dirty clothes, and some how it's gotta be scaled down to at least a small hill. Some how I always thought it would at some point actually end. I never expected to carry out hostage negotiations with a two year old. The green cup with the smiley face handle does not suffice for a drinking cup, only the blue cup with the smiley face handle will work as a satisfactory drinking cup. I also never expected this unconditional love thing. That these kids will love me no matter what. I never expected the unexpected hugs, or the passionate kisses the two year old tries to give me just like daddy. I never expected the insightful thoughts my children would have.

My expectations of being a mother were far from what I ever thought being a mother would be. I'm kinda glad this to be the case, because the unexpected is what makes being a mother the greatest part of all. They don't seem to care how high the laundry mountain is.They don't seem to care that I sometimes feel I have failed them. They just love me for being me...mom.