I tried to write a poem, a story and even a funny quip about the love I have for my mom. I couldn't do it. Not because there isn't a poem, a story or even a funny quip in me about my mom.
It is because there are no words to describe how much I love my mother. We have had our moments. Many, many moments have been ours. I was such a pain from 13 to, let's face it 32. She put up with me, supported me financially and mentally from afar. She let my dad take the brunt of trying to figure out what was wrong with me, but she was always there. I love her for that.
My mom still worries when I am sick. She worries when I do too much. She loves me. She loves my husband. She worships my children.
She is my mom and I love her.
My sister and I are great moms because of her!
Happy Mother's Day to everyone!