Tuesday, July 17, 2012

**OLD POST** my mother...

I didn’t do much this weekend apart from let the dogs in & out & in & out & back in again. I snuck into my sister’s church to hear a really amazing and encouraging sermon from a missionary and snuck right back out again. Oh and I bought a boat load of fruits & veggies with my mom.
The best part of the weekend, hands down, was the 2 hrs I spent with my mom. See, going to the store with mom isn’t about going to the store. It’s about the conversation we have in the car. It’s about getting almost lost on the way to the farmers market & stopping in the middle of the road so she can figure out where she’s going b/c she wrote down the directions & didn’t just plug it into GPS.

It’s about the connection, the encouragement, the laughs and the tears. I remember riding places with mom all the time when I was younger. Wanting to sit up front partially b/c the AC is better but mostly b/c you get to talk to mom. See, if you’ve ever met my mother you know that she knows everything. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. But she’s awesome and she lets you tell her on your own anyway. I love how she can look at me and just know what I need to hear – be it encouragement, comfort or a good ole fashioned ass-whoop… I love that the first response to any situation is “Well, have you prayed about it?” I love how that is now my automatic first response as an adult.

I love how as I’ve grown our relationship has become more of a two way street when it comes to encouragement and insight. I love that I have my mother’s wisdom. And I love most of all that my mother sacrificed and struggled so much in her life, just so that I could grow up in a home that knows and loves Jesus. I can’t imagine who I’d be without that last one.

I am so grateful for her strength and encouragement and wisdom and as much as I’ve protested in my life, I love how much I look like my mother. I love that I have her curly ringlet hair, and I love that as I grow, I’m starting to look more and more like her on the inside.
I love my mamma, mother, ma, marme, mom. :)

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