Next month I approach the bench mark of turning thirty years old . I have never loved or respected my mom more than I have in the past year or two. Mother always lets you come back home when you have failed, with welcome open arms. Now as I have taken off and ventured into starting my own family, I am grateful that mom is here. She helped me plan our wedding in August, she kept me calm, and took on my husband as a son. (Who I think she now enjoys more than me! ha!) She always makes sure I have everything I need, and even though she is just 20 minutes away, I count on her to tell me at least twice a week that she misses me.
We try to spend at least 2 Sundays a month with mom, and I try and get there at least once a week myself. I can't believe she will be turning 60 this year! She sure doesn't look it, so I will knock on wood and hope that I at least got the good skin genes from her. She still works full time, she has all the creativity that I never do, and when i am sick she is usually the first one to whip up a batch of chicken noodle soup.
This weekend, we made cheesecake together, ordered some stuff for our houses online, and talked about a vacation. There is nothing ground breaking going on here, just spending time with someone you love. I wish I knew 20 years ago what I knew now, and when I grew up I wish I had known that she was always going to be right! Little did I know I would one day find myself doing/saying all the things that used to drive me nuts about my mom.
Here I am, the apple does not fall far from the tree, but mother truly knows best. Sunday is now my favorite day of the week!