My Mother

That's a bold statement above. We just celebrated the fabulous day of birth of my amazing mother! We had our family over and my grandparents for white chili, dark chili, and an array of desserts! We had a blast all being under one roof for a change! We three kids went all out for our mother this year! You see, it apparently takes a lot to be a mother. So I've heard! It's the hardest job. So I've heard! It's the most rewarding job. So I've heard! And to raise me was a toughy to say the least. I was a little, well, "spit fire" as they all say. As I grew up, things didn't get easier either. Yikes for teenage years! Shoo! So to be MY mother was TOUGH I know for a fact! And rewarding too I'm sure. As I've gotten older, I've learned, respected, and admired my mother more and more. My mother is my best friend. She is my rock. My lovely teacher. She taught me to place a napkin in my lap. She taught me to love a child. She taught me to give the "evil eye". Well, maybe that was just genes! Yes! She taught me how to be a wife. She taught me how to throw a perfect party from start to finish. She taught me how to love, to be loved, to raise a Christian family, and to be a mother. Although, I may not be a mother myself just yet, I know that I had the BEST influence growing up!
I know one specific event that I will always remember. Someone once said that you have to practice what you preach. You have to not only teach your children to love God, but you have to SHOW your children that YOU love God. That's easier said then done sometimes huh! One specific day back at home I was getting ready in our one bathroom for something. It was just me and mom home. I kept yelling her name and she wouldn't respond. Over and over, "Mom! Mooom? MOOOOM???? MOOOOOOOOO-AAAAA!!!!!!!" (See, "spit fire") She would not answer me! I KNEW she heard me! We lived in a very small country home and you could hear everything all over the house! We loved it! So, being the "spit fire" that I WAS (heh) I stormed through the house looking for her furious of course because she didn't drop what she was doing to help ME, the number one most important person in the world at the moment! After searching through every room. ( It didn't take long) I found her dropped to her knees at her bedside crying out to God. Talking to Him like He was there. Just talking to Him like I would talk to a friend. I'll never forget my emotion at that moment. I was amazed. It was right there at the bottom of her steps in her doorway that I realized that God was the most important thing in this world. God was there for us, and He is our friend. He is most important. Not me, not my question that I had at the time, not her, but Him! She knew that. She showed me that right there that day. Whether she realized it or not. She did. It was such a beautiful thing, and I will never forget that about my mother! I love her for her values, love towards God, love towards her husband, and love towards her children. She has above and beyond truly shown me what a mother is supposed to be to her family.
I love you mom, and Happy Birthday to the most fabulous queen ever!!! Truly, a class act.