Every child thinks that their mother is the best in the world and I am surely no exception (although you wouldn't know it since I'm posting this a day late). I think I am a little different though in the things that come to mind when I think of how awesome my mom really is.
For example most people conjure up memories of sweet sixteen gifts or heart felt talks or maybe even lessons in tough love as proof that their mother is far and away the greatest person walking the face of the planet. Don't get me wrong, I've got lots of those memories too and each of them I hold dear. However, those don't really speak to the sheer coolness of my mom.
I remember the time she let me and my sister stay up "late" one night and watch the two hour premier of DuckTales the series and made us chocolate milk shakes with real chocolate ice cream (when you're five, that is a big freakin' deal).
I remember the summer we were living in Alaska while she was working at a Museum. One night we went to video store, but instead of going home she took us to the Museum's movie theater and I got to see Dune for the very first time on a giant screen (that was also the summer of The Jule of the Nile and Romancing the Stone...oh Kim Basinger...::sigh::).
I remember her buying me a giant role of blank news print paper that must have been as tall as I was (read: 4 ft at the time of this memory) and letting me unroll huge lengths of it on the kitchen floor so I could draw for hours.
I remember used Nike shoes, a road trip to Arizona, and million other things that would never end up in an Hallmark card, but that have stayed with me in my hardest times. I remember love. A love strong enough to see a lonely kid through some dark nights when he was missing his father. A love steady enough to keep a chubby adolescent from writing off the world around him despite bullies and unrequited crushes. A love compassionate enough to forgive a headstrong teenager who should have said 'thank you' more than he said 'that's not fair.'
I remember my mother who was and is everything I could hope to be as a parent and a friend.
9 comments:
the Tequila suit worked... she got more blog time!
Your mom already had big points with me for the tequila suit, but taking you to see Dune on the big screen? WIN.
@ Tori: She's sneaky like that. :)
@ Fist: Definite win. She's entirely to blame for my Sci-Fi obsession.
Yeah, you totally forgot to say, "the mom who sent me a tequila costume." She is just THE coolest.
What a nice post about your Mom though. Very sweet.
Quit that. Now I'm compelled to buy newsprint paper, and get a job at a museum with a big screen theater, AND learn to make chocolate shakes if I want my kids to be as awesome as you when they grow up. Dang. She's hard to match, isn't she?
What a lovely thing for you to write, and feel. Lucky you, lucky her, and lucky KJ.
Thank you, Dustin. What a nice tribute. I'm glad you didn't post about all the other things I did that could have totally tweaked you, like limiting your TV watching to one hour a day and not giving you sugar until you were 2, making you wear pants with patches on the knees and contributing to your delinquency as an adult. And especially the time I said "No" to the trip to Disneyland with your girlfriend's family. Ooo - you were mad at me then! I love you, and think you're a pretty awesome son! My favorite, in fact; but don't tell anyone.
What a great photo and sweet post.
Awww. . . how lovely! Having lived with you for a year, I can testify that your momma raised you right!
But, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't let you know that Kim Basinger was not in Romancing or Jewel(two of my favorite movies of all time). That was our dear, sex-starved friend, Kathleen Turner.
I love this so very much. I hope at least one (but hopefully all!) of my kids feel this way about me when they are grown!
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