this would be better for Mother's Day, but the words are coming to me now.
Moms go through so much for us. the flooring scuffed by the muddy sneakers, the pans Mom had to get up at 5 in the morning to scrub after you burnt them, the night she held you when you had a fever of 104 and frantically tried to get you to swallow a dose of tylenol while she called the doctor.
she spoke to you gently at night as sleep tucked you into its gentle grip, she sang to you and rocked you, taught you how to spell, taught you to always treat others with absolute respect, taught you to smile even if you were sad so that you didn't make someone ele's smile fade away.
she drove you to softball games, to gymnastics, to basketball, and watched all your games and cheered you on even though you know she had other things she had to take care of.
she smiles at you now, hugs you, says she loves you, makes you roll your eyes, laugh in exasperation, and say 'MOM!!!! i'm BUSY!' when she says, 'be a gem and pour Mom a glass of pop.'
she's a sweet Mom and you appreciate and love her. she's Mom. nobody could fill her shoes.
(the shoes she borrowed from you a week ago and failed to return....
gotta love Mom.