Happy Mother’s Day this weekend to my mom, the woman who gave me life, cinnamon rolls, fajitas and rainbow birthday cakes.
She taught me to growl when I get angry and to leave the avocado pit in the guacamole to keep it from turning brown.
She gave me a joy of music (it’s always blasting at her house) and the freedom to pursue my interests and dreams.
She let me quit piano when I begged to and she was right when she said I would later regret it.
She sewed an entire outfit for me one Saturday morning before I went to a birthday party.
She dove head-first into a lake to save my little brother. (Okay, the water was only two feet deep and she could have broken her neck, but the act was heroic nonetheless.)
One time, when I told her I was running away to live in our backyard playhouse, she told me that she respected my decision.
During a doomed family vacation to Lake Powell, she beat a rat to death with a flip-flop.
She makes a beautiful sandwich.
She likes to buy plates.
She used to let me color her hair.
She taught me to take care of my skin.
She is detailed and meticulous.
She is the Franklin Covey poster child. One time I read in her open-faced dayplanner, “3:00 p.m.: Get grapes out of fridge.”
She is an amazing artist.
She has a beautiful singing voice.
She is a curious learner, a natural student.
She is always helping someone. Always.
She loves to laugh.
She doesn’t get duped by fake people and creeps.
She loves her grandkids.
She loves her kids.
She loves my dad.
She loves German Chocolate shakes from Iceberg.
She drives with her hands at 10 and 2 and wears cool sunglasses.
She makes me feel like I add as much to her life as she does to mine.
Here’s to my mom and here’s to you and yours! Happy Mother’s Day!