Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day


I have been blessed with a great mom who is an amazing, talented woman and who can do anything she puts her mind to -- she can cook anything, she sings, she sews, does genealogy, she quilts, she is a tireless worker, she's funny but doesn't know she is and has a girl-like giggle when she laughs. And she has an unwavering testimony of the gospel and loves her Savior.

With six kids, now grown, our family get togethers are rowdy, obnoxious, and always hilarious and we cause mom a little stress as we ACTIVELY try to embarass her or relive stories from our "youth" -- leaking a few long-kept secrets as we relive them.

"Oops...you didn't know that? Huh. Imagine that."

We find it funny. She is often shocked and her facial expressions are priceless...

"You guys", she says as we get rowdier and raunchier -- mission accomplished.

She wears her emotions on her sleeve and you always know how my sweet mom is feeling by the look on her face. I love her face.

Anyway, now that I'm a mom, I find myself doing things or saying things that my mom did or said (things I vowed NEVER, EVER, EVER to do or say). It's funny, kind of, that I'm a little like her -- like I said, she is an awesome woman. So I'm blessed to be a little bit like her. I have her determination and will to do for myself. I zone out sometimes during card games and always fall asleep in the car, just like mom. If I hear a few notes of a song, it's stuck in my head the rest of the day.

And speaking of music, mom ruined a couple of church hymns for me (and I think the rest of the kids): "Let us Oft Speak Kind Words" and "Love at Home" because she would sing them to us whenever we fought or were being mean to each other -- so we really tired of them as they were WAY oversung at our house (kinda like the top 20). To this day, I cringe whenever I hear them.

At any rate, that's not the point. My point to this post is to let my mom know how much I love her, respect her, and want to be more like her. Mom, you are such a good person. There aren't words to let you know how much you matter to me. I love you. Happy Mother's day.

2 comments:

Browns said...

OH my gosh...my mom used to sing Love at Home when we would be fighting also. It makes me cringe too, but sometimes just to be a smart@$$, I sing it when the kids are fighting. Like it's gonna help!

Scott said...

I love seeing her through your eyes. Thanks.