Sunday, May 13, 2012

Dear Mom,


     I know you love me. I know you care for me. Though you have no idea how much I love and care for you back. Probably because I don't show you as often as I should. I don't show you nearly as often as I should. Just know that even when I'm angry, I wouldn't trade you for the world. You've always been there for me, even when I'm not there for you, and that is something I appreciate everyday.
     I admit, you spoil me. You have no idea how amazing it is to come home from a two hour football practice to a plate of home-made deliciousness instead of delivery pizza, take out chinese, or McDonalds's. Not to mention you're the one who takes me to football four times a week. You give up  time you could be using keeping up with the house, time to yourself, and just plain Mom stuff all so that us kids can participate in sports, tournaments, plays, and more. And through all this, you still have time to spend with us alone. Some of my best memories are just me and you sitting in bed talking about everything from school, to football, to girls, to Jesus for hours on end.
     Sometimes it may feels as if I don't love you. That I don't tell you I love you. Maybe that's just because I'm not good with words, but know at all times that to me you are the most important woman on planet earth. No other girl comes close. Your decisions are always for our better good. You teach four kids every day when you could drop us off at school to get us out of the house. Thank you.
     My favorite aspect of you is your heart. Nothing is ever just someone else's problem, it's your problem. Instead of thinking that orphans on the other side of the world need help, your mindset is that orphans across the globe, even just 30 miles away, need families. You took in a scrawny nine-day old baby from Ethiopia, who had only days before been abandoned by his own penniless mother in a field to die. You took him, cared for him, you called him you own son. You painted a picture of Christ in doing so. You opened my eyes to realize what true unconditional love is. The best part: you didn't stop there. You took in a old Mexican guy that you didn't know, who had been on drugs most of his life, and let him stay in your own house for 3 months. Now that man has hope. Our family impacted his heart. He's back with his wife, back with his kids, and is at this hour getting his life back on track. Currently you are in the process of training to be a foster parent. Taking in babies and toddlers that have been through more pain and suffering than most American adults, knowing that there is always a potential for having to adopt them, calling them your child just as you did that Ethiopian babe.
     You have always been ever-faithful to your family, to your husband, to your children, to everyone. Never backing down and always offering hope to those who surround you. So this Mother's Day, please know, that Mother's Day is not when people appreciate you, it is not when people love you, it is not when people care for you. Every day I appreciate, love, care for, and thank you. I thank God that he placed you in a special part of my life, and every day I love you more and more. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you.