Mother, I Love You

Mother's Day has come and gone.

Yet, I can't help but think about my mom. 

I miss her.

 I have so many special memories of my mother.

She has set the example.

Since I've been thinking about her and missing her, I've decided to share some special memories I have.

 Being the second oldest, it wasn't always easy to get the attention I felt I deserved.

One night around when I was 10 or 11 my mom had just got off the phone with my aunt, who needed someone to accompany her to Las Vegas.  I didn't think much about it until early the next morning.  I woke to my mom rubbing my back and asking if I wanted to skip school and go with her to Vegas.  

Just me and her.

I don't remember much about that trip, just that it was a special time for me and my mom.

I think that was the time I learned how my parents met (special, and super cute, by the way).

I also got to skip school (super special).

 From 90'-91', we lived in Chicago.

We only lived there a year.

My parents wanted to move back to Phoenix.

They also didn't want any distractions moving; 

me being seven, I probably would have been.

So, my older brother and I spent the summer in South Dakota with my grandparents.

I missed my parents terribly.

 I was anxious to see my mom and dad.  

I don't remember much about the drive back to Chicago, but I do remember what happened when we pulled up to the house.

They were busy packing and my mom was taking out a rug.

The moment we saw each other, she dropped the rug, ran to me, picked me up, hugged the hardest I've ever been hugged, and spun me around.

It was a tender moment in my life; 

I knew she missed me as much as I missed her.

 When I was 8, my mom was my primary teacher.

Our class was very small, and all the rest of the kids came sporadically.

Dying for some individual attention from her, I would hope every Sunday, I secretly hoped I would be the only one in class.

Most Sundays, if not, all of them there was at least one other child in the class.

Except for one special Sunday.

I was the only one.  

I don't remember what we talked about, but I do remember how special she made me feel.

I sat on her lap the entire time, she held me and whispered in my ear, and made me feel only the way a mother knows how to. 

I'm not sure she even taught the lesson!

So Mom, here's to you. 

I may not remember the exact details of things, but I certainly remember those feelings. 

Those feelings I will cherish forever.

I know you don't think you were good enough, as I'm coming to understand this mom-oriented feeling more and more.

I am here to say:

You were more than good enough.