You know how moms can have that love/hate relationship sometimes? We love to hate to admit that they are right on some occasions. That crazy love that runs the gamut from don’t make me come down there, I heard that, I’m going to tell your daddy and you are my everything kind of love that could only be birthed from 19 hours of hard labor.
That’s the kind of love that my mom and I have. The kind of love where she says, “you’re a stinker but since you’re a loveable stinker I’m coming over to stay the night.” And she hasn’t been back to her house in over a year kind of stinking love.
Mother’s Day always makes me think of the “get out of the bathroom”, “I’m tired of driving you to practice”, “you want to wear what?” battles my mom and I have had. It also makes me think of the homemade stuffing on demand, doing my laundry till I was 22 and helping to nurse me back to health from near death kind of mother she is.
For me and my Mom, Mother’s Day is always a time to reflect on the good, the bad and the only you and me kind of moments we have had over the years. It’s also the time for me to show her some love, otherwise known as, a great new outfit that I can wear when you drop me off at the casino kind of love that she is looking for on that day.
And when I hold my daughter I can hear my mother saying from days of old “I hope you have one just like you” and I am filled with gratitude as I hold the cutest, most fascinating, loveable, smartest, sweetest stinker in the world to me. Made possible in so many ways, only by my mom. Dear Mama, Thank You.