I have an outstanding mother.
And I am not just talking about as a kid.
She gets better and better the older I get.
For 8-months of Butterlumps life she and my father came over at 5 am to have one of them to do laundry or dishes or the like and one to keep their eyes on Aaron (We know it was probably just to help us feel better but Matthew dying of SIDS made having another baby more frightening than I can tell you. We had shifts so that eyes were on that baby 24-hours a day untill the end of his 8th month. It was a huge sacrifice.
She has helped paint the interior and exterior of my homes more than I can tell you. She let my husband and I live in her homes, charging us no more than the mortgage. She has helped us move and get ready for more parties than I can tell you. She’s a WONDERFUL grandma and my love of reading definitely came from her.
She has given my family money to survive and would give the shirt off her back to help me.
She always told me the if she was my age I would be one of her favorite friends and that Jesus is my best friend.
She helped me dress my baby at the mortuary and held me as I sobbed.
She prayed for me in the car as we rushed our puppy, Pinkie to the vet and prayed harder when she died in my arms on the way there.
And when she could’t stand the crying and sobs from her little girl who had so many traumatic memories come back from another small and loved thing dying in her arms she bought another little puppy to help mend my heart.
She had back surgery this year and never believes me that it was an honor to take care of her in my home. Butterlump loved playing “UP & DOWN” and helping her take her brace on and off.
And she will never know what a god send she has been through MY back problems and surgery. She takes my children to school. She drives out just to be with me in case I fall or curl up next to me and watch an episode of Matlock, just because I am so lonely in my bed confinement.
She has done countless loads of my dishes.
And today when my husband was so exhausted from the day that he couldn’t make my breakfast SHE brought me a TON of my much craved apple juice so that I would have some.
Of course we have some major disagreements and radically differing points of view on things. I have made choices she would NEVER make and she has made choices I could never make, but at the end of the day, I finally believe her when she says she’d want to be my best friend is she were my age.
In many ways?
She already is.
Happy mother’s day, mama.