Sunday, May 13, 2012
Not only did I end up with probably the best mom in the world, but the luck continued when I got a mother-by-marriage that's really incredible to me, as well.
It started with Kick.
Kick is my mom, that's her nickname. But it's what everyone who meets her today, calls her. I started to think about all the incredible things I know and love about Kick and how lucky I am to have her as a mom. And it made me wish I knew her mom better, because she loved her Bernice as much as I love my Kick.
It put me in mind of something my friend, Nancy, wrote about: I, too, would list my mom as the number one teacher I am thankful for. She's my best friend and makes me laugh as hard as anyone does. We can talk til we're blue in the face and barely staying awake, we can hound a topic til it grows whiskers. She paints and plays tennis and throws dinner parties and holds weekly mahjong sessions and she's the only one that reminds me that though she's a certain older age that remains to be unspoken, she still feels about 17. Thank goodness she warned me, 'cuz now I know what she means.
And only my mom could give me the best gift I've ever gotten and it didn't cost a thing: One night across the dinner table, in a room filled with people, she said, "I feel like Molly is like my sister." I'll never forget the way my heart soared and our eyes filled to the brim.
I don't know why I got so lucky in the parental department, but I'm awfully glad I did.
Happy Mothers Day, Moms.