I adore my momma.
I often say I get the content of my jokes from my father and the style and delivery from my mother.
She is fun-loving, outgoing, organized, intelligent, positive and funny.
She’s a master event planner. She’s excellent at planning every detail of huge events and making sure they’re executed flawlessly. And she doesn’t take credit for any of it. She’ll spend hours making sure every detail and backup plan are in place then thank everyone else for the amount of work they put into making it successful.
She’s generous. She spends hours creating gifts for people that fit their personalities perfectly. If you’re in a bind, she’s the first one there doing everything in her power making sure you’re OK. If she sees something at the mall and it makes her think of you, she will buy it. And then buy you a bunch more stuff so that you don’t just get one gift but an entire large package of things that will make you smile. For no particular reason except that she thought of you.
She’s hard-working. She’s had to work her tookus off for every opportunity in her life and has done so without complaint. She works tirelessly to create the life and world that she wants and maintains a positive attitude and outlook while doing so. Everything I’ve learned about creating and maintaining a proactive positive outlook on life has come from this woman.
She’s remembers everything. And I mean everything. She remembers everyone’s birthdays, anniversary, the tone at which you said that thing in passing that you didn’t even think she was listening to but it turns out she was and now she’s going to ask you about it every time you call…She remembers.
She’s fearless. She was a young woman during a time and culture where people expected you to become little more than a wife and mother, to remain subservient to your husband, and not work outside the home. She worked her way through graduate school and fearlessly took on any “old boys club” that she felt stood in her way. Every endeavor and challenge she takes on she does so with poise and confidence. And sometimes a slight southern twang if she really feels like she needs to make her point clear.
She’s silly. She does goofy dances and makes up voices just to make you giggle.
She’s beautiful. She has a huge, bright, infectious smile and laugh. Anyone near her can feel her warmth. It’s no wonder she has such a large network of friends and family who love and adore her almost as much as I do.
She’s a wonderful mother. My entire life I’ve been showered with warmth and affection. I’ve been shown through example how to be an incredible human being and how to create a great life filled with love and success. I’ve been supported through every decision and told I can do and be anything. Little did she know that when she said “anything” and hoped for “doctor” she ended up with “actress/comedian/creative.”
She’s all of these things and so much more.
Sometimes- at my best- I act just like her.
Oh god. I’m becoming my mother.
Happy Mother’s Day, Momma. You’re the bestest Momma anyone could ever ask for.
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