With mother's day right around the corner, you've seen a large increase in commercials depicting flowers, chocolates, diamonds, etc, that mothers should receive on mother's day. I've always had a problem with this holiday, along with father's day. My belief is that your parents should be celebrated everyday, not once every year. Growing up, I've watched my parents go through their own highs and lows. I wouldn't have asked for any other life than the one I was blessed to have been dropped into. I make it a personal goal to find something to appreciate about my parents everyday. When you grow up, your responsibilities change. Bills start to come, accidents happen; life happens. The past two years I've been married to my Superman have given me a small glimpse of what my parents went through for us. That amount of love is pretty overwhelming. Even typing this has me reaching for the tissues.
To honor my sweet mama, I'm going to tell the world wide web just what makes me love the woman who carried me, spanked me (once was all it took), loved me, and supported me no matter what my choices were. Here's to you, Mama.
(Mom, when you read this, note that I picked a picture we both looked good in. You're welcome.)
The beautiful lady above with the contagious smile, courageous soul, and mixed up words, is Jodi: my mama.
She can be tough when situations arise, but for the most part she's sweet and loving.
She enjoys laughter for her medicine, and considering all the phrases and words she mixes up on a daily basis, she is very self-medicated.
She raised me to know that she is my mother first and foremost. My friend isn't going to bail me out of things, or brush something off because she wants us to be buddies. She is my mother and I am her daughter, and at the end of the day, we share a bond better than friendship.
Mom is honest about her feelings, about her fears, about her frustrations. There is no beating around the bush with this woman.
Mom is loyal. To the day she dies she will remain loyal to those she loves, what she believes is true, and who she finds in need of friendship.
My Mama has a very large heart that's so full of warmth and comfort. Just imagine two large arms, enveloping you in a blanket knit from the most selfless love imaginable, and you have somewhat of an idea of how wonderful it is to be loved by this woman. There isn't a soul she doesn't reach out to. When I was younger and I had problems with mean people, or my little brother was driving me to the point of murder, she used to pull me aside and say, "Nettie, people aren't always going to be nice. That doesn't mean you have to be mean too. The best way to get people to stop, is to kill them with kindness." Of course, I was thinking of murdering my brother most of the time, and killing him, no matter how it was executed, sounded pretty darn good to me. Wanna know something? I've caught myself as an adult saying this phrase to people. This isn't only my mother's motto, but it, through years of practice and proof, has become mine. When we start our family, it's something I will continue to teach my children.
Thank you, Mama, for teaching me that love is the most powerful tool we are given to overcome obstacles, to better ourselves, and to lift others. Thank you for teaching me to respect people no matter their race, gender, sexual orientation, culture, or their opinion. Thank you for giving up your promising career to stay home and raise us. Thank you, most of all, for giving me an example, that no matter how hard your trials are, no matter how much you cry and stumble, that you can always pick yourself up.
And to all those other women who have come into my life as extra moms, I want you all to know how blessed I am to know you, learn from you, and love you. Thank you for giving me love, and teaching me lessons along the way. I am truly a blessed woman because of you.
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