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My mom has never liked being called ‘Mother.’ She thinks it sounds cold.
And I’ve never really been a ‘Mommy’ or ‘Daddy’ kind of gal, so ‘Mom’ it is and always has been. (Although, secretly, I’ve always thought it was cute when Southerners call their moms ‘Mama.’)
So, regardless of what I call her, this past weekend was my chance to celebrate her. As one of my biggest cheerleaders, as one of my favorite people. As someone I have to thank for everything I am today.
And this is what I came up with. This one’s for you, Mom.
Because you’re my mom I have long eyelashes. And freckles on the tops of my shoulders.
Because you’re my mom I know how to run a Bing-o game for 20-30 elderly people.
Because you’re my mom I learned the importance of serving others. And understand the gift of grace.
Because you’re my mom I know how to share.
Because you’re my mom I sing when I feel like it and take my shoes off if I am inclined to feel the grass beneath my feet.
Because you’re my mom I appreciate the little things.
Because you’re my mom I can play the piano. And the guitar. And the tambourine.
Because you’re my mom I never quit soccer, or choir, or my sorority.
Because you’re my mom I have a faith that has kept me off of the ledge and out of the loony bin more times than I can count.
Because you’re my mom I have another best friend.
Because you’re my mom I love to read. And write.
Because you’re my mom I knew it was okay to turn that into a dream and then a career.
Because you’re my mom I know that eventually we get through the fire and back on our feet.
Because you’re my mom I know I should not be drinking this much Diet Coke and that Aspartame is poison.
Because you’re my mom I love antiques and I appreciate a bargain.
Because you’re my mom I can laugh at myself.
Because you’re my mom I know I am loved.
Because you’re my mom not a moment goes by that I question how much you root for me, pray for me, and cheer me on.
Because you’re my mom I love you.
But not just because you’re my mom. But because you are amazing and wonderful and courageous and you have curly hair and a laugh that would make even the grumpiest old man crack a smile.
I love you because you are you.
And I love that because you are you, I am me.
Happy Mom/Mama’s Day. You are a treasure.
Love, Lynds
