Today is my Mom's birthday. She doesn't have a blog, or even own a computer. I must admit that when I saw her log in at work to play bejeweled I was in shock. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have believed it. Her lack of computer skills are on a very short list of shortcommings. keep in mind that i am talking about my Mom, I may be a little biased, but just slightly.
My Mom is not the typical Mom. She didn't teach me to read, or ride a bike. She never fixed my hair, or walked me to school. She and i never had the "typical" teenager vs. Mom battles. I can't remember ever having a serious argument. (that's not to say we don't have our disagreements)
I am just now realizing how much she loves me. The more life throws at me, the more I turn to her. I was always hesitant talking to her about any of my troubles when I was younger. Don't get me wrong, Mom was a great listener, but as a single Mom that worked full time while trying to keep us kids intact she wasn't the most sensitive in her replies. It wasn't that she didn't care, but she never sugar coated the fact that whatever we were facing in that moment wouldn't be the hardest thing we would face in our lifetime. She had a not so gentle way of snapping us back into reality. Looking back, I'm thankful for her approach.
Growing up I would catch myself wishing I had Carol Brady for a Mother, those moments never lasted long. While Mrs. Brady taught her girls the importance of solving life's greatest challenges in 30 minutes, my Mom taught me things that I will never forget.
The sacrifices Mom made for us were and still are great. She has yet to give up on any of us kids. Everything that is good, kind and generous in us, is because of her. She has always helped those who needed it, even when she needed it so much more. I don't know how she did it. Not only did she do it, she did it alone and without hesitation. She filled the role of both parents as best she could. I never her saw her cry, even at her most vulnerable. Her head was always held up, if she ever felt sad or sorry I never knew it.
My Mom has finally found someone that treats her well. Someone that sees just how amazing she truly is. I always thought of my Mom as a happy person, that said I have NEVER seen her happier. I tease her about it, just a little. I feel like I wouldn't be doing my daughterly duties if I didn't razz her just a bit. The truth is, I have never seen her face light up the way it does when he walks in for family dinner. We as a family are alot to take in, and he not only puts up with us, he keeps coming back for more.
I am thankful for my Mom. There hasn't been any hardship she hasn't faced with a smile, and a good joke. She has been threw a lot, and comes back with a smile every time. I have never heard her say she is afraid. When she told me about her health a few years ago, I cried and SHE told me a joke! When she told me about her brain tumors a few months ago I cried again, and she said that she was thankful for anything that would fill the empty space up there! I know her humor is her way of coping. I have often heard her say that she isn't fearful because she is faithful.
Although my Mom isn't perfect in many areas, I know she is perfect as MY Mom. I wouldn't trade her for the world. Mom and I have differing opinions in many fields from politics to soda pop. But, if i can be half the woman she is when I blow out the last candle on my birthday cake I will have nothing left to wish for.
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