Friday, September 18, 2009
If I had the gumption and a higher pain threshold I would be walking into a tattoo parlor right now. I would slap this lovely image on the counter and demand that they tat the word "MOM" on my upper right arm, sailor style. My mom deserves some form of tribute for what she has done for me this week.
From the moment I stepped into her living room last Saturday with the chills and a fever, she has been there for me. You see, Mastitis can make you feel like you are about to die. I don't remember the last time I felt so sick. Well, God bless my mommy because she has been a HUGE help. She dropped everything and stayed with us all week. She's cooked dinner, loaded the dishwasher, done load after load of laundry, slept on a really uncomfortable pull out couch, and taken over Koen duty at 4 am. She has done all of this with a smile and all that she asked from me was that I rested and recovered.
She teaches me on a daily basis how to be a good mom by being a good mom to me. Still, at the ripe age of 34, she fosters me with such love and devotion. I learn unconditional love from being loved by her. I look at my boys and hope that they feel the same devotion coming from me to them.
We are blessed to live 5 minutes away from my parents. I love it that she comes with me to pick Griffin up from school on a regular basis. I love it that she goes grocery shopping with us so that I don't have to wrangle two kids while I shop. I love it that she goes on Pediatrician appointments with me.
I am spoiled rotten and it's all because she loves me. What more could a daughter ask for? Maybe we should get imaginary matching Mother/Daughter tattoos.
Posted by leigh hewett at 7:54 AM