i shouldn't have to show you this to prove that my mom is the coolest. but just in case anyone ever had any doubts...
she's the flippin' coolest.
(for lack of a more articulate word. one that a wordsmith like her would know.)
as i get older, and realize that this woman--a single-parent who managed to not only work in a crazy newsroom and put up with my brother's guns-n-roses "paradise city" being blasted at 7 am before school--somehow kept me fed and took me to art festivals and ballets and toted me to and from piano lessons, that i didn't practice for, and gymnastics classes and ballet and tap classes and pottery classes and a week at the beach every summer and walks in the neighborhood "following our noses" to the wisteria vines and makes me vegetarian lasagna and took me on a trip to the rainforest because i wanted to go before they disappeared,
when i think about how few hours i have in the day, as an adult, which i only recently conceded to becoming, i can't understand how she did it
it's almost superhero-ish
she is the ubermom
let's raise a toast to a mom who can jam on an african drum, say a prayer in tibetan, write award-winning short stories, make ends meet, dance the tango, and still find the time to spoon-feed you love til you feel like you're going to overflow
and i'll tell you a secret, whenever i would wait for her to pick me up from daycare after she'd been away on a trip or i'd really missed her that day i would sit there and plan out a huge dash to the gate once i caught sight of her
and run into her arms
so here's to running to your mommy's open arms
and appreciating her super hero qualities
and never taking a mom who'll dance in the sand dunes for granted
cuz, like i said, she's the coolest.
would it be weird to say my mom is the best thing that ever happened to me? since i happened to her?
well, i'll stick by it anyway.
happy mother's day, mom.
i promise to wear sunblock next time.