Roses are Red.
Violets are Blue.
My Mother is the Best
Out of all the Rest.
I’m sure I must have written that in a Mother’s Day card for my mom when I was a kid. We all think our mother is the best. All Mom’s are special to their children ... but my mom ... while she sometimes drives me coo coo (like all mom’s do to their children at some point) ... is truly one of the most selfless people I know.
She’s never once told me not to do something and has always had faith in me. She’s passed down her love of reading, her passion for quirky things, her card sending, her strength, her love of shopping and her ability to love. Growing up, she (and my dad) repeatedly told me how hard you try and work is what really counts. My mom was always at my school assemblies during the day ... helping set up for school dances ... or driving me places. She has always left me “welcome home” messages on my answering machine. We've even road tripped from city to city as I moved about the country from Kansas to Albuquerque, to Green Bay and Palm Springs.
When I think of my mom and favorite memories of her during my childhood ... I think of the following.
- Her baking banana nut bread for the crossing guard and mailman
- Going to Crown Books to pick up Cliff Notes, Sweet Valley High and Satin Slippers books
- My first manicure
- Hebrew School
- Smurfs and Cabbage Patch Kids
- Quick Beef Buns
- Going to Market Days
- Doing homework as she graded papers
- Listening to “Hooked On Classics” and “The Oldies” in the car
- Going to Taco Bell for tacos and Pinto’s in Cheese
All the above are just some of the memories that stick out of me and my mother when I was growing up in Skokie.
So mom, thank you for everything you do. I’ll always be your best girl ... your “baby.” No matter what you think, you are always in my thoughts and in my heart ... no matter where I am.
Thank you, Mom’s everywhere, for all you do. While dad may be a super hero .. you are Wonder Woman.
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