If you didn't get the tune for that, Mom, I'm ashamed.
So while everyone is talking about how much they love their Mamas, I just have to say no one's mom could ever possibly compare to mine. I mean really.
No other woman even comes close to my Mommy Dearest. Here are the qualities where she easily surpasses any other person even.
She absolutely beautiful. I mean seriously. Look at this hot mama! *Side Note: that's not her child*
She's funny, even though I must say I'm funnier. However we do make the same jokes...
She decorates for people's weddings and she's seriously the bomb at it!
She will do just about anything for anyone, even if she doesn't like them or doesn't want to do it.
She works hard for the family and doesn't give up.
She will accept our phone calls, even when it's four am and you're calling to tell her you have mono. Not that that is a personal experience...
She mails random articles of clothing.
She believes in getting up and going to church on Sunday mornings. It doesn't matter if you're tired, you should have gone to bed sooner the night before.
She would rather iron your wrinkley shirt than let you leave the house looking sloppy. I confess to have taken advantage of this a time or two.
She would rather put money towards something one of her kids wants or needs than treat herself to things like pedicures and getting her hair done. Not that she wouldn't probably prefer it to be the other way finally!
She brags about her kids and grandkids even for the silliest things.
She loves her children no matter what stupid thing they do or say.
Even if she can fix your problem, sometimes she gives you the confidence to do it and steps back to watch you grow up and learn to fly.
None of her kids ever cared if she cooked a fancy meal. We were happy with grits and macaroni and tomatoes (both of which sound really good right now.).
Even if our dreams weren't realistic, she pushed us to try. Or find better dreams.
She's very picky about boys. And girls I guess. No one but the best is acceptable for her kids.
Nothing beat lying my head in my mom's lap after a hard day and crying, if needed, while having my hair stroked or back rubbed.
Nothing but making her rock me even as a teenager, that is.
She has been the chorister in church since she was 13. I don't think she'd like me sharing exactly how many years that is, but it's a lot. Like a whole lot.
She is seriously the best person to complain to.
She is seriously the most awesome mom and grammie in the world. And there will never be a woman that can beat that. Not even me!
And finally, she takes no prisoners and tells me what grammatical mistakes I made in the blog post I wrote about her.
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