Now I know that it is not mother's day right now. But I never did a post about that and right now I want to blog about my mom. Besides, why should there be just one day a year that we dedicate to our moms? We should do that everyday, don't ya think? I know that everyone claims that they have the best mom in the world and blah blah blah. I guess no one can prove anything about who is the best. But I know that I got the best mom for me, and I know that my brother and sister would agree. My mom is the most kind, sweet, generous, selfless person that I know. Some people might call her sensitive. But they confuse her passion with love and feelings and call it sensitive. Heck, she has been through a lot in her life that a lot of people wouldn't even know how to comprehend. I know how it feels to be called sensitive. No one likes to be called that. Because if you react to it, people say back to you "I told you so." How do you not get defensive/sensitive when someone calls you that? I used to hate being called sensitive. But as I have gotten older I have seen that people misuse that word. If sensitive means being tender, compassionate, kind, generous, selfless, and sweet. Then I want to be sensitive. I want to be just like my mom when I grow up. I think when I was little I had no problem telling my mom she was my best friend, and the greatest in the whole world. As I got older, I let certain relationships and situations in my life effect how I expressed my feelings about everything. Including my family. But now that I am married and in a healthy, amazing relationship, I don't want to do that anymore. I love my mom more than anything in this world. She is all of her kid's best friend. She has sacrificed more than any of us even know. I hope she knows how much that means to me. Even if we never told her. We noticed. When she would slip money in to our bank accounts to help us out in college. We noticed. When she would pay a bill for us without telling us. We noticed. When she started working full time, and had to be away from her kids, just so she could support our family. We noticed. When she prepared 3 different meals for dinner to please her 3 picky children. We noticed. Thanks mom, for all you have done to make us who we are today. Thanks for being yourself, and expressing your feelings. Thanks for being the person that we know and love for being honest with her feelings, for being passionate about pastries, books, and movies. Thanks for being in love with being in love. Thanks for being silly and funny, even though you think we are making fun of you. You really are one of the funniest people we have ever known. Thanks for always showing us that its okay to cry. It doesn't make you weak. It proves you are human. It proves you know how to give, and love. And as cheesey as this is, you have passed that on to us, and that is priceless. We love you mom.
P.S. Dad, we love you too and I will blog about that another time :)