This Blogs For Mom

In honor of Mother's Day, I'm dedicating this post to my Mom.  Hi Mom!  I know she reads this, so it makes sense.

How do you even begin to write a post about your mother?  I mean, there's a TON of history there! At least 3 days worth of writing!  Not that she isn't worth 26,000 pages of post, but I thought about what I could cram into a readable, enjoyable, ode to her - on the day where we especially show some love to our moms.

I decided to cover different areas of my life, and the ways that Mom has influenced me in one way or another.  The more I thought about it, I realized she has a hand in basically everything I do to this day.  This beats buy her a copy of the latest edition of "Chicken Soup for the Mothers Soul" by a landslide!!

Music: When I was little, my mom taught aquafit.  She would make these "mixed tapes" (for you youngin's, back in the day we used to tape songs off the radio to form a tape, that would then play in a 'ghettoblaster'.  (Note: a ghettoblaster is not a weapon, it's like a CD player but for tapes) 80's music at it's finest.  It must have been love, She's like the wind, Gloria Estafan, Billy Joel  - eat your heart out.  When she was done with the tapes, she would give them to my sister and I, who would use it as background music for "sock figure skating" events in the basement.  I LOVE 80's music.  To this day, try and stump me on an 80's lyric. JUST TRY!

Hair: At 21, I started going grey. This apparently runs in her family, and happened to her too.  THANKS MOM.

OCD: I have it, and I admit it.  Mom has it - but she justifies it.  When I was younger, I was a slob.  Dishes, clothes, you name it - I was a walking disaster.  She would tell me to clean my room, and I would cry and yell - but now that I'm older, I understand completely.  I don't even know how she managed to stay sane with the 3 of us (sister, dad and I).  I watched her clean eveything, all the time , and would think - why doesn't she sit?  Well, here I am, writing a blog about my mom, and all I can think of is how there's some kind of spill on the coffee table in front of me....actually,brb.....

Punctuality: I'm never late.  I'm always early.  Always.  Growing up, when we had to be at a birthday party for 5, and we lived 10 minutes away - we would leave at 4:30.  As we aged, we began to increase that window to be earlier and earlier.  She has kept up this habit till this very day.  Now that I'm out in the real world - if we make plans, I'm going to be the first one there.  Guaranteed.  I happen to like this trait, as I never feel stressed out about missing out on anything.  If I was skinny, I'd probably be great at going to go-see's on Canada's Next Top Model...

Fashion Sense:  I would put money on the fact that at this moment, my mom is not wearing "mom jeans".  She isn't dressed in a Northern Reflections sweater from 1973.  NO. Instead, my mom is at Winner's.  She is picking up normal jeans, and a stylish shirt.  Probably shoes too.  And maybe a blanket for the living room because, why not?!  I love that when we go out for dinner as a family, we look like we could be at a photoshoot.   I followed in her footsteps, and promise to never go out to dinner in my pajama pants and slippers.  Or your slippers, that I found at value village...because I won't find them...because I'll be at Winner's with Ma.

There's so much more to my mom then I can even begin to describe here.  If I go into detail, she'll start crying (if she hasn't already).  I'll just say that she (along with my Dad) has helped me through every tough time in my life, and has never judged me.  She doesn't approve of everything I do - but she would never hold it against me.  She tells me she's proud of me, and she loves my Dad just like the first day they met - maybe more.  There's so much I could say but most importantly - Mom: I hope you have a great Mother's Day, I love you and I miss you and I'll see you in a few weeks.  Thanks for being an awesome Mom.  Xoxoxo!

ps: I was going to send you flowers, but I know how you can't stand that local florist delivery guy.  Plus, he screwed up the order last time, thus resulting in an email war between the two of us.  I get it now.  Whatta jerk.  Love you!