September 12th is my mom's birthday. My mom is the very best mom in the world. People who have never met my mom say that she must be a very special person to have so many kids. They are right, but they really don't understand what that means. They don't understand the daily, life-long struggle that comes with being a mom to so many special kids. Being a mom to even just one kid takes everything that you have. Being a mom to 15 makes your heart bigger, more understanding, more patient. I know that Jesus is proud of my mom. So am I.
I know that learned everything about being a person from my mom, and everything about being a Christian. From my mom I learned how to listen for God's voice and how to obey him. From my mom, I learned how to love books and music. From my mom, I learned how to be a Mom.
But more specifically, my mom is my friend, and always has been. I go to my mom when I need to talk something out, to get my head straight. My mom helps me temper the judgemental, quick-thinking parts of my personality. She helps me remember who I am, and lets me be myself. I love you, Mommi. Happy almost-birthday.
2 comments:
I so totally read this blog entry this morning and cried. I could not even reply because it touched me and anything I would say would sound trite.
This blog entry honestly gave me joy through the rough spots of this day.
I love you so much-
Mommi
I absolutely love this blog entry and this picture--I meant to say that when I read it a week or two ago, but, well, better late than never. :) Blessings to you both!
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