In all the hubbity-bubbity of cleaning up buckets of flooding water that decided to call our basement home…I totally forgot to wish my mom Happy Birthday yesterday.
My mother – nicknamed Little Debbie – is like a unicorn.
Most people don’t think that they exist.
And if they did exist, well, surely they would be captured and put on a stage for all to see.
But as any magical-loving-mythical-story-readin’ gal knows, they do indeed exist – just not in the way that you think. The unicorn is known as a fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, but always mysteriously gorgeous creature. It also loves beauty, can neutralize poison with it’s horn, and doesn’t know fear. If that doesn’t describe my mother, then I don’t wanna be a fairy princess.
Dear Mom – thank you for homeschooling me. I didn’t know how selfless an act that was until years later. I probably contributed to multiple health problems over the years, such as future ulcers, future heart disease, and any past hair loss. My deepest apologies. I just want to remind you that I did bring Deviled Eggs to all six of our past holiday gatherings, so that should make up for something.
Mom – when I was sixteen and we went to see Titanic and you danced in front of the theatre, I know that I told you that I wished I was dead. I wasn’t thinking straight. I blame the raging hormones. In fact, I would like to publicly announce that it was one of the most fun-loving, brave and beautiful acts. You inspire me to just be me. And you are an excellent dancer 🙂
Oh mom – you make me laugh harder than anyone I have ever known. Just thinking about the pinus-tree incident, or the cockroaches-are-the-ones-who-smell-like-passed-gas incident, or the guesstures-mermaid incident, or the family-rafting incident, or the time you pretended-to lick-the-diaper-so-that-Tim-would-freak-out…the list goes on and on…those joyous moments are frozen forever in my mind. They are the memories that make me want to talk to you for hours on end, and be with you on every single holiday, and are some of the happiest parts of my life. Thank you for those precious gifts.
But most of all…thank you Mom for being you. Thank you for being the hardest working person…man or woman…that I have ever met. Thank you for showing me the beauty of God through your music and your life and your love. Thank you for your wonderful example of marriage. Thank you for your devotion to motherhood and grandmotherhood. Thank you for being strong and fierce and fearless. Thank you for giving me a song in my heart. Thank you for teaching me about The One Person that can neautralize the poison in this life. And thank you for loving me – even when I am unlovable.
Happy 34th Birthday Mom!
Your little girl – K
(p.s. Mom – I’m sorry I just had to post the funny pictures of you without makeup on…you can smack me around later!)