In honor of Mother's Day, I dedicate this blog to a woman I proudly call my friend: my mom.
“Thanks Mom” is so inadequate. Thanks is what I say to the person who holds the door open for me at the coffee shop. Thanks is what I say to the supermarket cashier.
But you are “Mommy” - even now when I’m 37 and you’re 68, you’re still “Mommy.” “Thanks Mom” doesn’t begin to do you justice. You are the model for the type of mother I strive to be.
Today, I tell you I appreciate all the home-cooked meals, and the fact that you stopped making me eat spinach when you knew I had tried it, over and over, and just really didn’t like it.
Today, I acknowledge the rides you gave me, re-arranging your schedule so you could drive me to and from my part-time jobs, making sure I never had to take a bus home in the dark.
Today, I recognize that you didn’t tell me I’m beautiful simply because I’m your daughter, but that you really see me that way.
Today, I credit you for the reason I exercise such patience with my son and my students. Seldom did you raise your voice to me.
Today, I proclaim, with my heart full of gratitude, that I would not be the woman I am today if you weren’t, and aren’t, the kind of mother you are.
Today, and everyday, thank you mommy.