Monday / May 02 / 2011
My momma is “mom” to many: like a great big hug personified
Growing up, my Mom was “Mom” to many. Still is. She’s so special, so precious, so loved. Mom has an innate knack for making you feel as though you’re the most cherished person in the world. She’s like a great big hug personified. And it’s because she cares… genuinely cares. She can’t help it. Her heart is bigger than most and I strive to have a heart half the size of hers. Mom doesn’t ask “why?”, she asks, “how can I help?” …and then she delivers. If you know her at all, you know precisely what I’m talking about. I just happen to be blessed enough to call her, “Momma”.
To give you a ‘for instance’… Mom doesn’t “just” show up with her amazing homemade lasagna (and when I tell you her lasagna is amazing, I mean it is Aye.May.Zing!! nom nom!) — she shows up with a full-faced smile, a warm, enveloping hug and more than likely, a story about how your son or daughter is the most precious child in her Kids Choir, and then she’ll expound on ‘why’.
Mom is like the Pied Piper. People are drawn to her and they don’t even know why. They just know she’s one of those people they want to be around. Children, puppies, adults alike. She accepts you for who you are and encourages you to be all God created you to be. What a gift.
Today we celebrate the day Mom was born. May third. A day I’m forever thankful for. I’m not going to tell you how old Mom is… that’s her little secret… true to the ways of her own Mom. And even if I did, you straight up wouldn’t believe me. Seriously. But I can guarantee you I’m using the same Oil of Olay she does in hopes of getting just a tiny piece of Mom’s Fountain of Youth!
Momma… you are all things beautiful. I love who you are and I’m blessed beyond measure to share life with you.
Happy Birthday from one of the many who love and adore you.