Today is Mother's Day and it seemed only fitting to share with you one of my favorite traditions we had growing up. So, mom...here is my letter to you.
I'm sitting here at my computer listening to Christmas songs because I knew that your song had to be Carpenters and had to be Christmas. I am fully assuming that you are already listening to Christmas
|Remember this? I love that we can travel together :).|
Did you know that growing up, I always thought you were the most amazing mom? I know it's Mother's Day and every child is supposed to say that, but I felt lucky to have you as my mother. It seemed like everyone loved you. You always made those around you feel like they were important and that you cared for them. It didn't matter who it was. As a teenager, young adult and now full fledged adult (yikes!), I always looked to that example as one I wanted to emulate. Sometimes I fail at it. But I still have your example to look to.
You had a hard job. Seven kids. Seven kids, people. You know what I loved about growing up in our family? I always had a friend. And I still do. My best friends lie in my family. And you had the greatest impact on that. Why? You never made us be friends. You let us make our own decisions (except for playing the drums...but I'm slowly learning to get over my Sixth grade disappointment). I don't know about anyone else, but I saw how much you enjoyed being with your own siblings. You made it a point to spend holidays and family reunions with them. Family was always the most important thing to you. From your relationship with dad, to your kids, your parents, siblings, grand kids and beyond, family was your main focus. That love of family has radiated throughout our sibling relationship.
I think I've always wanted your job. Luckily you have one now that I can eventually take over! Being a mother was always something I wanted. I, like many daughters, thought that being a mom was the best job in the world because our mothers made it look like it was. There is such a deep love between mothers and daughters. Instead of being a mom, I am an aunt. Right now, I think that is the best job in the world. But I know, mom. I know that if I am ever called to be a mother, whether in this life or the next, I have had the BEST teacher.
Thank you for making our home the most wonderful place to grow up in. Thank you for always supporting me and my sometimes crazy life. Thank you for your unwavering belief in me and what I can accomplish in this life. Thank you for celebrating Christmas all out every single year. I look forward to spending many more Christmases with you. Thank you for introducing us to good music. You took me to my first Celine Dion Concert, remember that? You are a Gift. An Angel Mother (and yes, I am stealing that from Michael's favorites).
I love you,