She’s always there. She picks up the phone on a late night call. She will drive to see me when I’m feeling down. She still takes care of me when I don’t feel well. She watches my naughty dogs when I’m on vacation (I mean, seriously! Who else would do that!?). When I was growing up, she constantly told me that she didn’t want to be my friend, because…She’s. My. Mom. Period. It always made me mad when she said that. “Why not? Why can’t you be like the other moms? The “cool” moms….” But, she held strong. She taught me how to love and respect others, she pushed me to work hard, and she always encouraged me to be artistic.
However – she can’t deny it now. She’s my friend. One of my best friends. We talk on the phone every day….even when there is absolutely nothing to talk about, we still have something to say. And, now, after all of those struggles and growing pains, I think she’s more than “cool”….she’s amazing. I only hope to be half of what she is. Mom, thanks for being you. Oh, and by the way, Happy Birthday.
I took this picture of my parents this fall…despite my dad’s protests. I know my dad is going to complain that I cut off half of his head for this post…but hey, look at the real focus of this picture….I think she looks like a movie star….