A Sweet Treat

You would think that a blog about the many ways that I love my Mama would be easy to write. Not so much this year. And it’s not because I don’t have new reasons to love and appreciate her. No, that’s not it. I think it’s because I do not feel that I have words to adequately describe how much she means to me.  So, I found myself typing and erasing and typing and erasing. But I have settled myself. And I am going to try my darndest to get this out of me.

I love my mom like a fat kid loves cake. And I am a fat kid. And I love cake. So there’s that. She is the best cake that a fat kid could ever have. Whatever cake image that brings to mind for you…yup that image…she is that cake. She is THE sweetest person I know. So actually, this cake imagery is working out fabulously. Now, let’s not get it twisted. She can turn it on a dime and go into mama bear mode. And you DO NOT want to meet that version of her. Let’s go back to the cake. Anyone that meets her leaves feeling brighter and has a bit of a sugar rush from the interaction. I guess that’s how I wound up with diabetes….kmsl! All sweet…all the time.

I am grateful that she continues to provide such a great example for me. She shows me how to be a light in an increasingly dark world. And although I know for sure that is not always easy for her, she makes it look easy. Every time she sacrifices. Every time she says “yes” when it would be so much simpler to say “no.” Every time she shares more of her triumphs. Every time she shares one of her defeats. She just makes my life sweeter. And I am oh so grateful for my mama! #wepreach