Mom

If I have failed to mention previously, my mom is my best friend in all the world (and the only person who ever reads my blogs). She is the most patient, kind, and selfless person I have ever met. Truly, there is no other mother like her. Her daughters call her at the most inopportune times to cry about stupid boys, yell about idiotic drivers, or whine about chauvinist bosses, yet she NEVER tires of listening to their hurt, anger, and pain. She is also the biggest cheerleader when we call with good news of work opportunities, first dates, or new shoes. 

I wish I could be half the person my mother is...but I am not. I am selfish and self-centered. I am consumed with my own problems, issues, and concerns, above and beyond those of others. But I hope that she knows what she means to me. I hope that she knows what an amazing impact she has made on my life. I hope that she knows I am eternally grateful for her truly unconditional love and support. And I hope that she is proud of who I am and who I am becoming.

And at the end of her time on this earth, I hope she can look back and know she did everything right when it came to me and my sister...because she really did.

Top of the World by the Dixie Chicks