Sometimes we take her for granted. Ok – more than sometimes, especially as little rugrats without complete understanding of what it means to hurt another’s feelings.

But then you grow older and this appreciation you’ve always known existed deep inside starts to work its way up to a more active level.
I love my mom and sometimes I don’t always tell her. I’m not showing my appreciation for her today because it’s almost Mother’s Day, that’s just an added bonus. I recognize her today because God has shown me just how truly blessed I am.

Here are 17 reasons why I’m blessed to call my mom my mom:

1. She’s willing to sleep in the most uncomfortable chair known to man in the middle of the night at the ER as she watches her 28-year old “little girl” be filled with fluids and shots, and watching her cries of pain. Her comfort is set aside for the comfort of her child.
2. She hates most vegetables, yet she’s willing to make baked kale because I love it.
3. She’s learned to keep her frustration silent when she steps into the madness of my car that looks like I’ve been living in it for years. Of course I know the conversation she’s having in her head, but she keeps it to herself – most of the time.
4. She blow dries my hair when I don’t have the strength to stand after a shower.
5. She loves Jesus.
6. Her sense of humor is contagious.
7. I think she secretly enjoys going to the grocery store.
8. We used to be dirt poor and I never knew it. Those were some of the richest days of my life.
9. Her laughter makes me smile.
10. She’s tough.
11. She’s learning she doesn’t have to be so tough.
12. I’m convinced she could kick anyone’s butt in a crossword puzzle.
13. She has a heart for serving others that’s contagious.
14. She was a prison guard for 10 years and I’ve seen her make grown men cry with a simple twist of the thumb. (You should ask her to see it sometime.)
15. During my childhood, though I’m sure she wanted to, she never said a course word to me about my alcoholic father.
16. She’s a hero to many.
17. She’s my mom – it doesn’t get any better than that.

Unfortunately, there are still days I take my sweet mama for granted. I’m still growing. God broke the mold when he made her for sure.
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