So this post is for my Mom. I wanted to spend a few moments talking to Mom.
I don't think I have ever told you thank you Mom. I know I haven't been the easiest daughter to raise. I was pretty passive aggressive and downright whiny as a child, and I don't think that has changed much since I grew to adulthood. So today I am putting on my grown up drawers in order to say a few things to you.
Thank you for being so strict. I thought you were so mean when you made me do chores, and dumped my drawer in the middle of the room when I didn't pass inspection so I could fold my clothes again, the RIGHT way.
Thank you for telling me I did a good job when I helped clean house (the bathrooms were always my job you said because I did it so well). I still take pride in cleaning a toilet and making it shine. I never felt like it was a "dirty" job that was beneath me.
Thank you for teaching me to do things right, and to believe that any time I did something, it should be done to the very best of my ability.
Thank you for giving us Christmases that were a wonderland of surprise and magic. I know it wasn't easy to do, but I appreciate the effort, cost and time it took after raising three children of my own.
Thank you for telling me the night before I got married that if I wasn't ready, I was not being forced out of the house. I'll always remember that the next day when I left for my new life as a young wife, I did it with my eyes wide open with enthusiasm and excitement.
Thanks for short-sheeting my bed the first night Steve and I spent in our new apartment. It was a real icebreaker, and our laughter and relaxation that night has carried right down through these 40 years of life together.
Thank you for teaching me that just because I am a woman doesn't mean I'm less smart than a man. I saw you fix plumbing, fix the TV (back when they had "tubes") and run a house alone while Dad was away on flights. I always thought you could do anything. I grew up thinking that all I had to do to learn something was read a book or take it apart to figure it out. Because you did.
Thank you for being the voice of reason this past couple years, when I called for advice about things. You made me stop and think, before I went diving off a cliff (figuratively).
Thank you. I send this little post to you for Mother's Day, to tell you how much I love and appreciate everything you have done for me, because I learned to be a mother from you, and my children learned those lessons from me.
From generation to generation, the strength of our family goes on. Carried by the strength and love taught by my mother. Happy Mother's Day Mom.