Growing up I am sure that I took most of what my mom did for me and my siblings for granite. I just assumed that every mom did everything that she did and that that was what all moms were supposed to do. I just sort of figured that every other kid grew up with what I did. As a little girl it never clicked that all moms were not the same. The more I have grown though, and the more that I have talked to others about growing up as kids, the more I have realized just how amazing my mom really is. For you see, growing up I had a mom who cared in a big way. A mom who cared about what we did and what we learned. But also a mom who cared about each of us enough, that we never felt like we were missing out on anything or that we had been passed over for another sibling.
As a kid I grew up hanging out on my moms bed while she would make bows to go in mine and my sisters hair. I remember watching her curl the ribbons and tie the bows together and wondering what I would wear it with when she was finished. I grew up making cookies in the kitchen all of the time, even though we tended to get more of the frosting and sprinkles over ourselves and the kitchen rather then the actual cookies. I grew up going to Wheeler Farm, the Zoo, The Childrens Museum, and many more places, thinking that it was the biggest adventure one could ever go on because my mom would make it seem that way. I grew up playing with a quiet book in church that my mom made for us (and I am just realizing how much work it took to make because I am making my own). I grew up having birthday parties with friends and sleepovers where we were allowed to laugh into the night. I grew up taking dance lessons and playing baseball because my mom told us that girls could do both. But more than any of this, I grew up with a mom who believed in me, and not only in me, but in my brother and sister also.
Growing up we were always encouraged to try new things and be involved. Whenever any of us wanted to do something new or try something out or be a part of something. she would always say ok, and then help us figure out how to do it. Even as we got older, the answer was always go for it. Even if she thought we were going to fail, she would let us do it anyway. And then when we crashed and burned she was right there to help us get back up and try something else. And therefore, my life has always been full of different things. At times it has been crazy busy.
As a little girl I was involved in dance, baseball, school, and with friends. In Jr High, I was still taking dance and now competing, I was part part of the honor society and an officer for it, I took up choir and art, and still hung out with a variety of friends. As I got to High School I still took dance and competed, I also started teaching dance at the studio. I was now a part of two choirs. I got a job, where I was quickly made the Team Captain. I was still taking art, but now I was also taking AP classes. I was still hanging out with friends, just now it was with not only people from my own school but others as well, where we participated in many school functions ans activities. Then comes college, which includes many classes, a new job at the U, being in a sorority for four years where I was an officer part of the time, being in the MUSS for four years for football, a singles ward that came with callings of course, and a whole new group of friends to mix in with the old ones. And through it all though, I wasn't the only one this busy. My brother and sister where just as busy and involved in their lives as well. But do you want to know that thing that amazes me the most? It's not that my mom not only let us be this involved but encouraged us to be. And through it all she was always there.
No matter how busy it got, she was there for each of us. She always believed in us and supported us in everything we did. She was always there. In all my years she was at every dance performance(but one) and every competition, every one of my choir concerts and shows, every award ceremony, every graduation, every little league baseball game, every night I got home from a date, and just every time that I have needed her, she has been there. And she has been that way with each of us. She has never missed anything that has meant something to us. My mom has always been our biggest cheerleader and supporter, and I love her all the more for it.
So thank you Mom. Thank you for everything you did for us as kids. Thank you for letting us try new things and be crazy busy. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always believing in each us. But most of all....Thank you for just being my mom. You truly are one of the amazing ones and I love you for it.
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I love your mom too! So many good times!
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