10 – South Carolina, dinner time! Despite having a full time job, mom somehow managed to always have food on the table. Chicken, rice, salad, so healthy the meals were. But the true secret is, shhhhhhhh, we loved it best when she didn’t have time. Macaroni and Cheese with hotdogs, yeah!
9 – Growing up safe and free. Some moms are over protective. Others don’t seem to care. This mom knew the perfect mix of the two. When we wanted to ride solo through the neighborhood on our bicycles, the door was wide open. But when things got too hairy (i.e. cliff sitting Choco Canyon, or a free climb of Elk Mountain), she always knew when to say no. Or at least yell, Chris!!!!! prompting a swift return to safety.
8 – Switzerland. Swiss chocolate. Double whipped cream and strawberries. Moonlit castles. Mountain Fog. Order and ingenuity. What better thing exists than to share in her culture. And now a family of Swiss citizens, with Europe now out our doorstep, that is all because of her too. Thanks mom!
7 – Seven days of waking us up for school. Seven days of breakfast, of hurrying us out the door. Seven days of head massages, cleaning scraped knees, of doing what a mom has to do. Seven days of attention, without lack or want or a voice of complaint. Such is the generosity of this mom. Twenty-four seven times an uncountable procession of years.
6 – New Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas, South Carolina, Illinois, Michigan. Canada, Switzerland, Germany, France, Italy, Brazil. Rome, Prague, Dresden, Paris. When your parents world is large, so to is yours. For the fearless tread of one foot in front of the other, the following of her footsteps in the shifting sands, the world is now my own.
5 – Spaghetti and garlic bread on bright colored cabin fiesta-ware. Beef and been burritos. Caramel cookies at Christmas time. What culinary prowess, what gastronomic creativity.
4 – Send Me an Angel, 80’s hair, and weight lifting competitions. 5 mile runs a dawn. Good genes and workout habits. Leafy greens and a strong heart. What boy can brag that their mom can kick ass, and take names. Ah yes, this one.
3 – For getting us through the rough times. Constipation problems not excluded. Remember how scared I was. Only 8 years old when things went so very wrong. But you mom, you knew what to do. Just a dash of prune juice and sheer will. Everything moves given enough pressure and time. Eureka! Somehow you always know!
2 – For surviving amicably the creation and molding of three boys. WTF! All I can say is good job.
1 – Mom. You take first place. Thank you for being such an amazing human being and happy mother’s day.
5 comments:
Wow-
that was really beautiful. Lucky mom, lucky kids, seems like.
xo,
-i
Double Wow!
I'm so glad you celebrate your Mama in such an unabashed way! But I really didn't need to hear about your constipation. Molque sem vergonha!
Awww.
That is sweeter than the sweetest of tropical breezes. With corn syrup. And prune juice.
Won't no woman ever love ya like yo momma does... =)
Ironically, my momma is down in Brazil as I write this. If you run into her, say howdy for me ;)
Yeah, Larry says hi! Isabelle says hi! Michael says hi!
We are lucky indeed.
Sorry about the constipation. I am indeed sem vergonha.
And weird. Your mother is in Brazil and you´re not Michael. This is a sign. Of what, well I don´t rightly know.
Aaron,
you've melted my heart. Just wished my picture was a little bit better. But who cares about being beautiful after 50 (yeah right).
I am going to print it for posterity,truly this is the most beautiful gift you could ever have given me.
your momzie
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