So you’re born and you physically need your Mom – you couldn’t really exist without her.
You grow, you become more independent.
You start picking out your own clothes.
You’re 6 years old and your Mom is your everything. Your role model. She’s just cool.
By the time you’re a teenager – you’re embarrassed to merely breathe the same air as that woman…
…it doesn’t help that she may or may not have a pet vietnamese pot-bellied pig.
You reconcile that your Mom may have (at one time) been cool, but by this point, her coolness has gone the way of the wind… (That may or may not be my Mom circa 1975. She’s going to kill me for posting that. She’s cute, though!)
Then you grow up.
You get married.
And you realize that your Mom is cool for so many reasons, one of which is because she can cook anything without a recipe book in front of her. And you appreciate that she’s taught you the importance of having good credit. And that laughing and faith are necessary for every single day of your life.
Then, you have your own baby…
…well that’s when it all comes full circle.
You realize that your Mom is a m a z i n g. You appreciate what she’s done. You realize that she did the best she could with what she had at the time and… well, that’s good enough now.
She’s your life barometer. She’s part of your heart. And you’re thankful at every moment that your Mom’s heart is in your heart and in the itty-bitty heart of the sweet little Cupcake you rock to sleep at night.
Yay for Moms.