I've always considered myself to be a lot more like my dad than my mom. We're both ruthlessly competitive a little intense on the playing field. We thrive on stress and drama (and may or may not be responsible for stirring up a bit of both on a regular basis). We're never lost, and we both agree that it's a total waste of time to show your work on a math test.
My mom? None of the above.
I'll be honest, for a long time I thought that my mom and I didn't really have a whole lot in common. (It's not that we didn't like each other; it's just that we weren't alike.) However, since I became a mom, I've found myself looking at my mom from a whole new perspective.
My mom, the one who taught me that shoes are an optional accessory.
My mom, who always let me get dirty (and wasn't afraid to get dirty herself).
My mom, the best and most loyal friend you could ever have.
My mom, the person who taught me that life's most important lessons can be learned just about anywhere...and who took the time to teach me many of those lessons.
My mom, who taught me that sleeping in a tent = best. vacation. ever.
My mom, the woman who will never lose her ability to play with a child, no matter how old she gets.
My mom, who wasn't ever afraid to let her kids jump or climb or explore or burn the lawn in the backyard with chemicals from a science kit.
My mom, who taught me to read and then taught me to love it.
My mom, who loves the outdoors and raised us more outside than inside. (Seriously!)
My mom, who could make a toy out of anything and find an adventure anywhere.
My mom, who believed that being a mom was the best job she could ever have.
Over the last three-and-a-half years, I've realized that my mom is pretty much A.MAZ.ING.
And, just maybe, a little more of her rubbed off on me than I originally thought.
I couldn't be luckier.
Happy Mothers' Day, Mom. I love you.
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