My mom... She’s the best person I know. She’s smart, articulate, beautiful, the most organized person I know, selfless, generous, caring, reliable, faithful...
Becoming a mom unveiled the true essence of sacrifice to me. It’s more than just enduring sleepless nights; it’s a complete transformation where our independence bends around our children's needs. Our priorities shift permanently, centering entirely on their happiness. Amidst this, we navigate a maze of suppressed emotions, setting aside personal struggles to nurture and shape the lives we’ve brought into this world.
Reflecting on my upbringing, I see the countless sacrifices my mom made for our family. She chose part-time work to spend more time with us when we were young, cherishing those moments dearly. As we grew, family time revolved around sports—basketball, tennis, you name it. Summers were dedicated to our softball tournaments, and my mom rarely missed a game. My parents’ joy in watching us was as immense as our love for playing.
My desire to make my mom proud has always driven me. She’s been an exemplar of faith and character in my life. While I may never match her as a mom, I strive to give my best. Even now, as an adult, she remains the first person I turn to in times of joy or despair. I’ll never forget when I discovered I had Lyme Disease; she, amidst her own fight against cancer, worried about me incessantly, calling and texting until I recovered with antibiotics. It felt so trivial compared to what she was going through. Her selflessness is unparalleled.
My mom's love feels like the deepest, most unconditional affection I'll ever know, she’s my biggest cheerleader. It's a love I mirror when I look at my own children. I selfishly can’t imagine my life without her. Every moment I share with her is a treasure.
All of this just to say… I love you, Mom! Happy 77th birthday!
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Laci: I just want a couple good ones.
Me: Hold my beer.