Today is my Mom’s birthday. I started calling her Momma when I was little, but she wasn’t sure about it and preferred Mommy instead. But the name came back, the way nicknames like to, and she is Momma to me because that name makes her feel the most like mine. I know I am very lucky she is. Without gushing too much, I wanted to share a few things you might like to know about her…
She has read every post that’s ever been on this blog at least twice. You can thank her when I say lose instead of loose or choose instead of chose (confusing!)
She volunteers every week at a secondhand shop that donates all profits to Working Wardrobe, a non-profit that provides clothing for men and women looking for a new start.
My mom is so good to shop with. She doesn’t even take credit for being fashionable, but she is. I feel bad I said I hated going to the mall when she wanted to go in February. It ended up being fun because she is fun to go anywhere with.
If I wear a dress of hers and she thinks it looks good on me, she always insists I keep it. She gives me jewelry to go with it, too.
She has baked me a funfetti cake for my birthday nearly every year even though she thinks it’s disgusting.
She put together a gigantic party for my 21st birthday at the house (dad too) and I acted like a huge brat at some point afterwards saying she made it more like the kind of party she would want. Twenty five of my drunk friends sleeping over and playing guitar until 3 a.m.? It’s unlikely this is anything she would have chosen for herself. When it was my actual 21st birthday a few days later, she and my dad still drove all the way down to San Diego from Orange County to surprise me at a restaurant called Dick’s Last Resort. They were sitting at the bar with masks and hats on.
She gets so hysterical over inappropriate humor (me telling her about a bad day, potty talk, the syringe emoji…).
She loves my dad so much. She folds his clothes so nicely. She tried to teach me, but I don’t have the patience to fold our clothes that way yet. She cooks most nights and makes sure he eats healthy. She did the same for her kids too.
She is really honest with me. She has made it really easy for me to see it’s important to be honest with myself.
She tries to learn all the time. She does Yoga and has gotten really good at it. She loves it, though, and I know that’s what’s important to her and not trying to be a psycho-perfectionist about it, even though she does want to improve and grow.
To end with the obvious, I love her so much. She is the best example and I want to be just like her, except I’ll surf 🙂