I’ve been reading a lot of blogs today of people honoring their mothers for Mother’s Day and I felt like I should join the fun. I know that my mom won’t read this blog post (or anything I put on this blog for that matter). It’s not because she doesn’t care about what I write, but because she never stops going all day long for even 5 minutes. Seriously.
From the time she wakes up, to the time she goes to bed she is helping someone. That’s no exaggeration either. Between taking care of my 90 year old grandmother with Alzheimers, tending at least one of her 11 grandchildren, taking meals into widows, driving little old ladies in the neighborhood to their appointments, teaching me how to cook or letting me vent over the phone, my mother is always in the service of others. Her ability to reach out to others is amazing and she is talented, creative, and genuine.
When I was in Jr. High, my mom worked at my school. Most 12-15 year olds would die having their mom there, but I was more popular because everyone loved my mom. Just the other day a kid from Jr. High added me on Facebook and said, “you probably wont remember me but i sure will never forget your mom as my teacher at hillside. Is she still working there? How is she?”
This story just came to mind: One time my mom was at Home Depot and one of the girls that worked there was telling a co-worker about how she missed the last bus and didn’t know how she would get home. My mom drove her home– to Roy, Utah about 35 minutes from SLC where she lives. That is my mom for you, there are many stories just like this about her.
Pretty much amazing and a little crazy.
My mom holding my baby. Colin loves his Grammy.