My Mom > Your Mom

My mom is the bees knees. She is so much better than any of your moms. Why? Because she's awesome.

When I was little my mom always sewed dresses for me. She was as crafty as could be. She made pillowcases, pajamas, each and every one of our Halloween costumes, and endless decorations. She inspired my love for all things crafty.

No matter what I wanted to try, she encouraged and supported me. In elementary I bounced around from basketball, to soccer, to chearleading, to piano lessons, and so on. At every single event, she was there to watch me.

If I was ever made fun of or picked on, she was there to remind me that they were just jealous. She loved me completely.

In middle school, all of my friends adored her. She would often shuttle us to football games, movies, sleepovers, and never complained.

When she did snap, she didn't try to defend herself. (even though she very well could have) She let all of her kids hate her for getting divorced, and never tried to put the blame on our dad. They are one of the most functional divorced couples ever.

Favorite memories:

For my 12th birthday party, my mom kidnapped me and my friends around midnight. We got several bags of toilet paper from Smiths, and drove to toilet paper my "boyfriends" house. That was the funnest thing in the world.

When we lived in Texas, she took me to our ward's mother/daughter camp out. And taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels.

When I wanted to color my hair bright red, she went right out and got coloring. I looked like the little mermaid. She always let me color my hair whatever weird color I wanted.

The day we FINALLY got my dad to buy us a trampoline, she informed us that she was going to go out there at night and jump on it naked.

Whenever we went out to dinner as a family, we were always laughing and making fun of random people we saw.

At Sam's Club she started a spit ball fight with me and my cousin. We ran up and down the aisles with our straws.

She was my girl scout troop leader.

She was my girls camp director. The years she went, were by far my favorite.

When I was about 5, my grandpa was sleeping on our couch. She filled his hand with shaving cream, while I sat on the floor, then tickled his nose. Funniest thing in the world when you are 5 years old. Papa was pissed. :P

When I was in 8th grade, I had two boys who wanted to be my boyfriend. I asked her which one to choose, and she said both. It totally worked.

When I was suspended from school, she didn't try to make me feel like crap.

She would drive to pick up my friend that had stuck out so that we could all hang out before I moved.

She shuttled all of my friends on home coming night to dinner, pictures, the dance, the back to our hotel. Then dropped them all off when I bawled my eyes out at each house.

She was trying to strip the color out of my hair one night, and didn't realize it stripped ALL color. When she was washing it out, all she said was "crap." I was the color of winnie the pooh for the day.

When I bought home "alternative" friends, she treated them just like all the other ones.

I got married with no intention to invite her, but she drove the 12 hrs and showed up anyways.

She flew Sophie and me out to Tahoe, just so she could meet her newest granddaughter.

I love you, mom.