For all of the MOTHA's out there...

Today is Mothers Day.  It is my 8th year to celebrate this day as a Mommy.  If my Kidlet would have been born on the very first day that I went to the hospital in agonizing pain due to intense contractions, I would have one more MD under my belt but I was sent home with a sleeping pill to "tough it out".

My mother on the other hand has had many years of Mothers Day celebrations.  I have memories of shopping with my dad the week before the big day for the perfect material reward.  I presented perfume, flowers, new bathrobe and slippers as gifts for my mom on her special day.  The one thing that I have always remembered, she did not care about the gift or the blazed breakfast that I attempted.  She loved the home made cards that my brother and I crafted with markers, crayons, glitter and glue, she did not even comment about the mess that we left on the kitchen table when constructing our mess.  She just wanted to be with us.  And we knew it.

Each year on Mothers Day we would go to church.  Each year the church would provide flowers for the children to present to their Mothers after Sunday School.  I can recall, even at a young age that this seemed a bit staged.  Granted, I did it each year for many years but I wanted to stand out.  The Impeccable Daughter that appreciates her mother more than any other snot nosed kid.  I think about this now and laugh.

My mother is fantastic.  She and I have not always seen eye to eye (especially from ages 15-19 then from age 25-30) but she has always been there for me.  My grandmother, The Mother's Mother is a saint.  She is the most loving woman that I have ever met.  My mother had a great role model.  I have a great role model. I want to be a role model for my daughter.

Parenting is tough.  Single parenting is arduous.  My mother went from stay at home, car pool queen, PTA president to full time employed woman.  I am proud of how she handled herself.  She did it!  She continues to do it!

Mom, I think that you are a true BAD A*S.  I know that you don't always agree with my choices (side note:  I don't either but I'm working on that) but you are always there for me and I appreciate it.  I appreciate you.  I hope that I can be half the Mommy to my Kidlet that you are to me.

I love you,
Kim