Mom

I have realized that I never fully appreciated my mom until I became a mother myself. Actually, I'm sure I will appreciate her more as my children grow and I experience their years of adolescence and leaving the nest and everything before and after that. I remember being a kid and not understanding why my mom seemed to be the only mom who cared what her kids watched, listened to, wore, went, etc. Now I get it. The point is she cared. She may have seemed like the bad guy to us, but she knew the lasting effects of the choices she'd make for us when we were young. There are a few things about my mom I remember that I admire most about her: She always said Jesus was her best friend and we knew it wasn't a cliche',she meant it; She stood firm for truth and the right, even if it put her in a position to be rejected; she let me wear dresses that spun around even though she wasn't a "girly girl" herself; she always made birthdays special. Really this is a drop in the bucket of how wonderful my mom was and is. I know that when I lived at home I took it for granted. I wish I had a few more of her qualities, for example... being responsible enough to get to the post office in time so she would have her mother's day gift on mother's day! Anyway, I love you mom, thanks for following His ways, even when we didn't understand and probably didn't make it easy. I feel like I know you better now as a woman, a wife and a mother. Now I get it.

oh yes, did I forget to mention their sense of style?

don't you want to bite my brother's cheeks? chomp chomp!