I think it's funny how, as a teenager, I didn't want much to do with my mom. Our relationship was strained, to say the least, and I couldn't wait to get out of the house. I actually spoke with my high school counselor and worked with her to get me out of there in three years. So, I turned 17, and a short 3 months later, I graduated high school. A few months after that, I moved away from home. I was a freshman in college and wasn't even old enough to "go out" with my friends.
Anyway, things happened in college that put me in a bad place emotionally. There was always one person I could count on to be there for me, and it was my Mama. She made several trips to College Station just to come be with me when I was feeling exceptionally down.
She's always been that person. She dropped everything to drive 4 hours to come be with me for the birth of both of my boys. She wouldn't have missed that for the world. As a new mother with an infant that wouldn't sleep, she was the one assuring me that I could do this, that I wasn't a mess up, and that all I needed to do was keep loving that boy. I can remember crying the day she left after spending two weeks with me after my second son was born. I knew I could handle one, but I was petrified of dealing with two ALONE.
When I've had marital issues, she's always there to remind me that marriage is a covenant, and that nobody said it'd be easy. She's always told me how beautiful I am, especially when I'm feeling particularly ugly. She's truly always been my biggest fan and supporter. You name it, Mama's there.
So, I get excited when she comes to visit. She came today, and I realized how the minute I see her, I get a huge smile. That because Mama always makes it better.
Thank you, Mama, for loving me so hard, especially when I was hard to love. Your example of love is a constant reminder to me of how we should love one another.