For Mom

When I was in 3rd grade, the teacher assigned a “What do you want to be when you grow up?” essay. My answer was my mom. Not A mom, MY Mom. She’s one of a kind.

I have always been her problem child. This caused her to have to punish me, but she would always cry harder than I would. The whole this-hurts-me-more-than-you rang true for my mom. I broke her heart more times than I can count, but she still oozed love.

Growing up, I don’t remember listening to the radio on our many road trips. Instead, we would play games and sing old songs (Charlie Brown was my favorite when Dad was with us). But before we would pull out of the drive, Mom always said a prayer for our safety.

She gave birth to three girls, but her children are countless. Our house was alway teeming with kids who would stop by to see her. Now, she has begun her magic on the younger generation. She is a mom to all, no matter their age.

Her gentle, patient heart is easily given away. There are pieces of her all over the world, yet she always finds more to give. Some (including me) have abused the precious gift that she has given, but she never complains. She is one of a kind.

In short (okay, not so short but whatever), I want my Mom to know how much she means, not only to me but to all the people whose lives she has touched. I am so thankful to have YOU as my mom.


Published in: on May 9, 2010 at 3:58 AM  Comments (3)  
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  1. Truer words you have never written!! Our mom is the BEST!! She did have lots of children but us three girls were BLESSED to have her ALL the time. Great job Tam.

    • Thanks, Sis. I have so many fond memories; perhaps I’ll start a book just for her of all the wonderful things she’s done for us and others.

  2. I could never have dreamed of having such an awesome mother-in-law. She is truly the embodiment of love and kindness. And her legacy lives on with her three beautiful, sensitive daughters. I feel privileged and honored to have her in my life.

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