I want to take a second to talk about the main lady in my life, the woman who you know, brought me into this crazy world, and raised me plus three other now not-so-little ones.
She's kind of important.
We've had our fights, sure, but at the end of the day she's supported me in everything* I've ever done. She's the glue of the family, meticulous researcher/planner of goings-on (I get this from her), reader of labels, sibling taxi, and health conscious like no one I know (except maybe those in the dietetic profession). We share clothes, stories, physical features (people still ask if she's my sister), and personality traits. But those are all just THINGS. They only skim the surface of this woman who is My Mother.
She's one of the few people I know who lives and loves whole-heartedly, and fights and sacrifices for her family with some passionate strength I wish I could borrow. Sometimes I wonder how she has enough space in there for all of us, Husband and Children Four/Friends/Extended Family/Co-Workers/Everyone She Meets. And yet, she does. And she does so with grace, confidence, courage, and compassion.
Note: My mother sounds super-human; she's not. She's just like the rest of us. But her perspective and work ethic is something to be admired (I've been taking notes for the past 22 years). I can only hope that my life reflects that same whole-heartedness. Big shoes to fill, I'll tell ya (ok not really, her feet are a half-size smaller than mine, but whatever).
Sending light and love to all of the awesome moms and moms-to-be; let's celebrate them like the queens they are, and celebrate the lives of those who are no longer with us.
Happy Mother's Day momma! I love you!
* save tattoos/piercings/moving out on a whim, but we're past that now