This is my mom, and the handsome guy holding on to her is the dad. :)
My mom is … a mom. I feel like that should be a professional title – and it shouldn’t be applied to all mothers but my mom is definitely a professional mom (except the being paid for it – unless hugs are a form of payment?). Even a lot of the people she works with call her mom.
If I thought it was hard to describe my dad my mom is even worse – at least with Dad you get can get a picture (big intimidating military guy with gray hair who grunts and seems scary but is actually a friendly giant). But mom can be even more complicated than dad.
My mom is a pretty amazing woman. I know she has her faults and no mom is perfect but she’s my mom and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. Even people who aren’t family or really friends love her. … unless you’re a boyfriend/girlfriend/ or”bad influence” of one of her kids you’d agree that she is super sweet, kind, and … amazing.
In my recent travels I’ve had the opportunity of staying at the house of one my mom’s friends. As we were talking one night during dinner she said to me “one of the things that’s so great about your mother is she’s a true Christian. I’ve come into contact with a lot of fake Christians but not your mom, she’s real.” Which is an accurate depiction. She truly loves people, even if she doesn’t agree with them or if they’re getting on her nerves or even like them, still she loves them. And she’s full of second chances (and third and fourths). Probably stemming from dealing with eleven frustrating kids. It was one of the coolest things to hear.
I wish I knew her before she was ‘the mom’ – I’m betting she was pretty wild, she’d almost have to be to marry my dad! Just kidding, … but not really. I know she sought adventure and lived for the thrill of life, still does but her idea of adventure and thrill has significantly changed. Hmm I’ll have to think of ways to divulge her high school/ navy / dating dad, escapades.
Anyways my mom is kind.
She hates saying no and usually avoids it by saying ‘I don’t KNOW about that’ or “hmm maybe” or ‘we’ll have to see’ or ‘go ask your dad’ or ‘I’m not so sure that’s a good idea’ or ‘ how about this instead’ or by claiming to not hear the question or remember that the conversation ever took place. And if you put enough pressure or give enough quality reasons she’ll usually cave. Unless it’s something ridiculous like buying me a car when I got my drivers license (I was quite persistent though).
If you’re in need she will give you the shirt off her back, figuratively because she’s usually got a change of clothes in her car so if you needed a shirt she’d give you that one. She’ll always say ‘ok but just this once’ or claim that she’ll ‘never again’ help someone that’s used her – but she does. She’s always helping out.
Her car is always a mess. She is a pack rat. She never throws anything away and is always collecting more stuff. She will talk to anyone about anything! She is an awesome cook. And I’m picky. (sometimes she even makes a separate dish for me without gross stuff.) She is a workaholic. She loves games. She loves her shows. It takes her forever to read a book! She dances in the kitchen. If you call that dancing :P She gives the best hugs. (ask anybody). She lets me mess up her hair. She laughs a lot. She loves talking on the phone – and does it loudly. She loves talking. She’ll agree to do something to help out even if she really doesn’t want to. She’s funny. She’s silly. Her favorite gift is an afghan – so if you got married or had a baby and you didn’t get a gift it’s because she’s still making it (she’s quite a few blankets behind). She’s a procrastinator. A night owl. She is a dysfunctional organizer (meaning she loves to organize and be organized but her desk and room is always a mess.) She’s honest – even when she loses out when correcting the mistake. She is a coffee fiend.
She is one of a kind. Be jealous.
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