The Importance of Mom

Once, my Auntie Vicki (my mom's sister) got my mom a shirt that read:

Mother and daughter by chance, friends by choice.

This statement pretty much sums up my relationship with my mom. A relationship that has grown and evolved (I still think Darwin was on to something, yo) over time.

In the beginning she was on a pedestal. I was four and she knew it all.

Then I was 14 through 18 and what did she know?

Then I was 24 and darn it all if she didn't seem to know more than I once thought.

And at 27, when I became a mother myself, she was my rock. I think she wondered where her rational, level headed daughter went since a neurotic first time mother replaced her for a bit.

As my boys get older, I find myself uttering the very same things I heard in my childhood:

"Why don't you sit with us here at the table instead of at the neighbors."
(pull your chair closer to the supper table)

"Close the door, were you born in a barn?"

"The cupboards are flying away again, why can't you shut the cupboard doors after you are finished unloading the dishwasher?"

Okay, so I haven't yet uttered the last one but I foresee it being said in the near future. Basically, I am my mother incarnate. We both get riled at certain things, different things for sure, but when we are riled, the world will know. She doesn't have a blog but damn if she did there would be some stellar rants, let me tell you. I have her gift of that I am certain.

The moral of this post, (can I pretend that I have the skills to include a moral into my post?) is that I have had an amazing role model in my mom. She is always true to herself. She refused to take the easy way out when raising us. I, for one, think she did a stellar job.

And for all of this I am thankful for many reasons. For one, that she gave me the skills to be an independent resonsible adult and because by being a great mother to me, I have the skills to give it my all as a mother to my boys.

This post needs a picture and I vow that soon, I will get a good one of the two of us because be darned if I remember a picture of just me and my mom. I definitely don't get my narcissistic need for self portraits from her.