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!
