I have written a couple posts here about my pops, it occurred to me the other day I never told you about my mom.
She’s the kind of lady who will fly her daughter home for Christmas because of homesickness and faraway sickness.
She is the quiet strong.
The backbone of the family.
She will dance with you in the kitchen when your five.
She’ll sing along to wee sing silly songs on your way to daycare. She has a sweet quiet singing voice.
She comforts you when life deals it's cards.
She laughs loud and often.
She fed, dressed, did homework, and played with us kids while working full time.
She is the kind of mom who let her kids spend a couple hours at Toys’R’US and pick out one toy at the end of the trip.
She’s patient, never loosing her cool.
Her hugs are warm.
She can throw-down in foosball.
She has raised three teenagers with humor.
She is a great daughter, a fantastic grandmother.
She can cook anything, always prepared to entertain a houseful.
She has taught me independence and patience.
Some women worry about turning into their mothers as they get older. If I turn out to be half the woman my mom is I will be happy.
I wish my doorstep was closer to hers.
