Saturday, May 10, 2008
Let Me Wish You A Happy Mother's Day Now, Because I'll Be Dead Meat When She Sees This
Here she is.
The one who gave me life.
She's almost 5'1" if she stretches really hard. She's a clean freak. She makes a MEAN chocolate pie, and she's never happier than when she's caring for someone else. She provides love, support, a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen whenever she's needed.
She's canned a thousand jars of green beans and tomatoes, provided us with all manner of bounty from her garden, and still manages to have the best-looking yard on the block. Work should be her middle name, because she never stops. There is no such thing as a lazy bone in her body.
She came from a Depression-era background. She knows how to stretch a dollar almost as well as she knows how to make things grow. She uses that skill to make sure Christmas is a magical experience for all of her family. Each year the number of gifts under the tree astound us all.
She tries new things, like email and the internet. She plays Bunko like a pro. She enjoys her sorority, an occasional trip to the boats, her grandchildren, and her great-grandchild. She is the Queen of Chicken Nuggets. Her three-layer German chocolate cake is reknown.
Oh, she's not perfect. She can help you pack the bags for a guilt trip with the best of 'em. She's stubborn, she's a perfectionist, and she's a real pistol sometimes. She can whop you in the face with a wet dishrag faster than you can say Jack Robinson if she thinks you're sassing her. And we won't even talk about her mastery of the "foing."
She has a heart that's full of love, hands that are always busy doing for others, and a feisty spirit. She may be little, but she's MIGHTY.
And I love her with all my heart.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom.