She is a good cook. Believe me, this is important, I love food.
She does my laundry. Yes, I know how to do laundry, but I hate folding it.
She taught me how to behave.
She sees the best in people.
She treated her parents well.
She never complains about my constant complaints of writer’s block.
She’s a good proofreader on a tight deadline.
She indulges my various addictions: books, bible teaching, baseball, coffee, chocolate, and jigsaw puzzles.
She has a desire for order and cleanliness, but dogs are still allowed on my bed.
She makes sure that I am dressed fashionably and appropriately for various outings.
She willingly moved around the country for my dad’s career.
She lets us eat in the car.
She holds me accountable.
She’s honest and open.
She likes my sense of humor.
She knows how to say, “I’m sorry.”
Since my childhood, she’s held in open door policy with my friends, and loved them as much as I do.
Her typing skills got me through high school and college.
She never told me I couldn’t do something because it was beyond my ability.
She is patient with my limitations. (not just my physical ones).
She never allowed me to be a victim of my circumstances.
She facilitates various impromptu trips to California.
She knows what I’m trying to communicate even when it comes out wrong. As a writer, this is an invaluable service.
She has cleaned up countless messes of mine.
She has stayed up late helping with school projects.
I always have a shoulder to cry on.
She understands that a writer spends most of their time thinking, and she doesn’t pressure me “to be doing something.”
Although we share a common faith, I was allowed to have my own spiritual journey.
She is my friend.
She allows me the freedom to disagree.
She has taught me the importance of solitude.
She read to me when I was little.
She anticipates my needs.
She prays for me.
She’s lived an authentic Christian life in front of me.
She has taught me the importance of generosity through her own life.
Because of her, I know what self-sacrifice is. That is what a true mother exemplifies, and I’ve never wanted or needed another.
Thank you God for choosing the mother I have before the foundation of the world. I’m forever grateful.