I may simply have the best mom in the world. I know, I know. Many people think their mom is the best, but I'm sure that mine is better. Let me give you a little background. My mom is from a very, very small town where everyone knew everyone. To this day it is still very small. She has quite a few really good memories about her childhood which amazes me because she also has a very sad one. Yes she grew up running through corn fields, helping her grandmother in the kitchen, ate string beans from the garden and probably had one of the greatest grandfathers there ever was. When she was in the fourth grade, however, she tragically lost her mother in a car accident. Her sister was a few years younger and her brother was in kindergarten. She fortunately carries some memories of her mother with her, but not many. I can never imagine what growing up without a mother would feel like. It makes my heart feel empty to even ponder it.
Luckily, I have her and she has somehow managed to be an extraordinary mother. She has taught me so much and even when I have a stupid question on how to do something, she has the answer. My way of mothering is slightly different than hers and she tells me often what a good mother I am, but I feel pretty lazy compared to her. This woman cooks and bakes ALL. THE. TIME. She's damn good at it too. I just never understand how she has the energy to do it all. There are days I can't even stomach the thought of making dinner, and don't. She may do this twice a month.
What all of this leads me to is my favorite day leading up to Christmas...our cookie day. This lady has the energy and motivation to make ten different kinds of cookies for us to later pass out to friends and family. My children and I spent the entire day there yesterday baking. Not only do we make a shit ton of cookies, but they are DAMN GOOD. No, no, no! Don't even think about saying yours are better, because they aren't. My mom is the best and so are her cookies.
I'm so thankful that she has us all in her kitchen wearing aprons, mixing dough, eating her egg salad, watching Home Alone and later eating cookies, dinner and cookies. She amazes me. This evening I started feeling all sentimental about it and left her a little post on Facebook. I wish I put it into words more often how much I truly appreciate her.
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