Mom

~ MY MOTHER ~







If only my mouth could properly speak the words that live in the core of my soul.  If only you "just knew" what was there. 


Is it even possible for a child to be proud of their parent?  Isn't it only supposed to be the other way around?  Maybe because I am older, I have the perspective to see you as who you really are.  Yes, my mother... my mom.  But you are so much more and always have been.  You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  You are the most intelligent person I have ever met.  You are the most giving and compassionate person I have ever known.  How blessed was I that God gave me to you?  I can't even use the word "lucky"... the word is "blessed". 


You are a woman who has only walked forward in life, never backwards.  While raising two children on your own, you forged a life not only for us but for yourself.  One that you should be absolutely nothing but proud of.  Every house we ever lived in was one step up from the last.  Each neighborhood a little greener.  How many kids actually get to have their own pony? We were exposed to life in a way that many kids don't get to see.  Not so shielded to miss seeing the man behind the curtain sometimes... but also held high and forward... to see the beauty in what is out there.


I watched you climb up the corporate ladder.  Your work ethic is something I have always admired and something I tried to accomplish in myself.  You are a good friend to people you know and even people you don't.  You have employees and co-workers who trust and admire you.  Neighbors who look out after you and people who pray for you.


I know who you are. 


Mom, you are an "accomplishment".  A work of art.  Heaven built one hell of a woman.  You are beauty and love and strength.  My mouth may not be able to tell you these things, but my heart can.  And it's spilled out all over this page.