What am I trying to say? This post is overdue and I know it. But, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to share with the world how truly blessed I am to have the most amazing mom in the entire world. She is the glue, the peanut butter to my jelly, my best friend and role model all wrapped up into the most amazing mom, grandma and human being who ever graced the earth. I wrote this for her 60th birthday last year and I wanted to share it with the world:
But, here's the deal. I hit the jackpot in the mom department...twice. My MIL is, hands down, one of the most unbelievable, selfless, kind, sincere, hard working women I have ever met. She has this hard-to-put-into-words calming effect on everyone she meets. There is a sense of serene, just by having her presence in a room. She loves her children and grandchildren to the depths of her soul and would gladly give the shirt off her back if it meant helping someone in need.
I love her commitment to woman's rights, even if I don't religiously read the subscription to Ms magazine she gave me. I love spending time with her in the kitchen talking about nothing and everything. I love that she held my babies in her arms all night long, just so I could get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. I love her stunning red hair and understand her disappointment over not getting a red headed grandchild - yet. I love her ever-so-sweet demeanor yet ability to curse like a truck driver during anything competitive. I love that she raised three boys who can all do their own laundry, cook, not freak out over a tampon and that simply adore each other. I love that she ALWAYS takes my side. I love that she isn't afraid to put me in my place, as I often lose my way. I love that she doesn't roll her eyes when I freak out about sleeping arrangements or food for the kids, even though I know she wants to. I love that she treats me like the daughter she never had.
Happy Mother's Day to the two women who guide me as a Mom and person each and everyday. I love you!
And, happy, happy to all the Mom's out there. I know the "official" day is over -- but I frankly think for all we do, is a week of celebrating too much to ask?