Yesterday was Mother’s Day. And although I sent my mom a card, wrote a little quirky post on Facebook, changed my profile picture like the rest of the world and talked to her on the phone, I still don’t feel like I was able to portray just how thankful I am for my mom.
I’m going to be 28 next month, and I’m not shamed to admit there are still times when I just want my mom. Times when I’m sad, times when I’m happy, and especially times when I’m sick. The last time I threw up (which was a few years ago, at a friend’s grandparents house, the night before her wedding, so great timing…) I grabbed my phone before I ran down the stairs towards the bathroom. It was the middle of the night, but I knew I’d feel better if I could talk to my mom. She even made sure I knew it was ok to call her again if I got sick later. (Which I did…twice.) Also, sorry if that was TMI…
There’s just something about moms, and mine’s pretty darn great. I know it breaks her heart that I live 2 states away, but she is still incredibly supportive of the calling on my life, and the direction Stuart and I feel God leading us. Even though I know she hopes and prays that our calling will bring us back to the east coast someday, I know she’s proud we’re following the Lord above all.
She’s my biggest cheerleader, confidant, shoulder to cry on, and my best friend. Thanks mom for loving me and encouraging me to follow God no matter what. I love you and miss you so much!