Merry Mother's Day

May 10, 2015  •  1 Comment

1986

I always get so emotional when I write about my mom or Mother's Day. I'm not sure if it's because I wasn't always the best daughter to a wonderful mom or if it's because I know people out there who aren't as lucky as I am, either because their mom is gone or isn't deserving of the title. 

One of the qualities I love about my mom is how much passion she has. I know myself to be a highly sensitive person and I believe she is too, but while I consider it to be a weakness in me, it's a strength in her. I've seen her cry for perfect strangers and pray for no one that she knows. When she faces difficulty, she quietly researches before tackling the issue head on. Whether it was my broken knee or my sister's Tourette Syndrome, she took this approach. I once saw her work for many hours over several days trying to get a computer game to work for me because she "refused to be beat by a machine." I think I spent less time playing it than she spent simply making it work just for me. 

Though she has a calm, light-hearted demeanor, she's also fierce and fearless and a little scary. Of course, she has fears, but I've never seen anyone square off with someone quite like she does. Once she gets her finger involved and starts telling someone exactly why they're wrong, it's slightly terrifying, and also awesome, because that's my badass mom. That guy at the flea market or the dude at the bowling alley had no idea what was coming towards them. 

She's also funny, like really funny. We both love to laugh - at ourselves, at our animals, and at vegans (sorry vegans). She loves to be silly and sing loud and proud. Last October, my sister, mother, and I all drove to Seattle so I could try on wedding dresses. The night before we went to the bridal shop, we went to a dinner theater called Teatro Zinzanni and had the best time. On our short walk back to the hotel room, Mom began singing "California Dreamin" by The Mamas & The Papas (she loves songs that require more than one person to sing). Soon my sister and I joined and we were singing loudly while dancing down the sidewalk,  jumping on benches, and swinging around light posts. We passed a woman who was sitting on a bench with a big smile on her face, half-laughing at the mini-show we were putting on. Then we were gone. I like to think we made her night.    

That's what my mom does. She passes on smiles. She loves inside jokes. She's sentimental and creative and crazy smart. 

I honestly hope to be half the mother she is. 

 


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Sharon Keppler(non-registered)
Thank you Baby! I love you more than life itself.
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