Today is my mother's 65th birthday. She would probably kill me for admitting her age. But I do it for a reason. I am 23 years old. Do the math.
My mother was in her early 40's when I came along. A little surprise to keep the family on their feet. That having been said, my mother is amazing. Somehow she kept up with me, gave me what I needed, and took care of me. I'm sure that at that age, the last thing she wanted was to care for a screaming infant. But she did it. And she always said that I kept her young.
Now that I have my own little girl, I think she might have been telling a little white lie. Maybe when I got a bit older and wasn't as much work. But when I was little, I don't know how she did it at that age. Like I said, she is amazing. I hope she knows that, but maybe she doesn't think of it that way. And that is why I am putting it out there.
We fight, argue, yell....well I fight, argue, and yell. She just shakes her head and keeps her lips locked as much as she can. Even when she knows that she is right and I am wrong. She lets me learn that myself. And then waits for my apology, which I inevitably make. Once my wounded pride at being wrong will allow me to apologize that is. She waits patiently and never gets mad at me, no matter how mad I get and how much I yell.
My point here is that I love my Mommy. And the older I get, the more I realize how important it is to say it. So Happy Birthday Mommy!! You are an amazing woman and I love you with all my heart. Thank you for everything!