Mothers

I was just watching The View from Friday, and Alyse Myers was a guest. She’s the author of “Who Do You Think You Are?,” a book based on her her fractured mother/daughter relationship. She basically hates her mother. OK, that’s her monkey.

Me? I love my mother. Sometimes she makes me nuts, but I think that’s because we are opposites. Or are exactly the same. Or one of those annoying things.

I like to plan. My mom flies by the seat of her pants. I’m still not sure when she’s coming down to visit/vacation/sit with me for my surgery… and that’s just 3 days away.

I like to rant and rage every now and then. She always seems calm and together.

I am a giver to the point of insanity. My mom is the family “go-to” gal. If you need something, everyone calls my mom first.

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. This is my chance to tell everyone how great I think she is. Hey, Ma? You’re great. You are supportive and never intrusive. You are a fighter. A Cancer survivor. You are an awesome cook, and for this, my husband is thankful. I cook like you do – dump stuff in until it looks right. You are funny and realistic.

You care for your family deeply. I know that there must be times where you lay your head on pillow at night and think, “Where did I go wrong?” Michael and I have our share of drama. I can’t speak for my brother, but I know that I have found myself in a really good place (on the 3rd floor) and, although I am tested daily, I know that I’ll be OK. I hear your words in my head, “You’ll be OK” and I believe you. You won’t let anything bad happen to me. You will save me, even from myself. If I let you.

Between you & Dad, you gave me many gifts – I am free thinking, creative, I have a really loud sneeze (that’s Dad’s contribution, I know), I’m fairly strong, I have a sense of adventure, a creative eye, and a love of fish & fishing :-) There’s a long list so I won’t go nutty.

I just wanted to say thank you for being a great mom. I love you, and I promise you this: If I write a book and end-up on The View, chances are I won’t be talking about you.