The Best Mom Ever

Whenever I do something spectacular, like pack their favorite lunches or remember to pick up ice cream at the grocery store, I ask my boys “Who’s the best mom ever?!”  They promptly reply “You are mom!  You are the best mom ever!”  This only works because my boys are young and they haven’t figured out that I am not the best mom ever.  I can’t be the best mom ever because that title belongs to my mom.  My mom is the best mom ever.

Who do I call when I’ve had a hard day?

My mom.

Who do I call when I’ve had a good day?

My mom.

Who do I text “What did I do wrong?” with a picture of my latest culinary fail?

My mom.

Who bakes the CowBoss carrot cake for his birthday?

My mom.

Who do I email when I have an article due yesterday and I can’t get it quite right?

My mom.

Who do I call when my little darlings do something clever?

My mom.

Who do I can when my little monsters do something particularly un-clever?

My mom.

Who tells me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear?

My mom.

Who do I want to be like when I grow up?

My mom.

Who loves me even when I don’t deserve it?

My mom.

Who is the best mom ever?

My mom!

Truth be told, I am the mom I am today because of the great mom I have.  Without her love, support, and advice, I wouldn’t be the person I am.  My hope for my boys is that they feel the same love and respect for me that I have for my mom when they are all grown up.  Then I will know that I have successfully raised two wonderful men.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of those moms out there who truly are the Best Moms Ever!