My Mom

I hate mother's day. Hate. It.


In keeping with the spirit of this stupid day, I blame my mother. :) She hated it too. Maybe even worse than I do. I never completely understood why until I had kids. At church. Nothing makes you feel worse than the super-syrupy-gooey in the center talks that everyone feels so inclined to share with all of us inadequate suckers. For example, I just got out of listening to 3 different speakers state how absolutely perfect their moms are. Tears were shed. Real tears. By grown men. One said that their mom got up at 5 every morning to read the scriptures. I didn't even know there was a 5 in the morning. Another would make each of her children a different lunch because they all didnt like the same thing. I sent Okie to school hungry just last week because he wouldn't eat the ramen noodles I made and I refused to make him mac and cheese. Did he seriously think I would dirty another pan for him???. And we won't even start on the mom who left her friends mid party in the living room to go make a gourmet meal for her child! Yup, my mom was right. Mother's day sucks.

But if my mom hated it too than maybe there is hope for this inadequate sucker. I remember my mom throwing water balloons with me off the roof at my sister one summer day. I remember my mom crawling on the floor to listen under an open window to see if my other sister got her first kiss. I remember laying in bed after Sunday dinner talking even though we had a kitchen full of dirty dishes. I remember eating Neccos and listening to my mom read James and the Giant Peach.

Those stories aren't really the material that make it into mother's day talks over the pulpit. But I wouldn't trade them for all the PB&Js or 5a.m.s in the world.

I hope to be 1/4 of the mom my mom is.


I love you mom.