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My Mom is My Best Friend: For Mom
It's Just Me for Mom
Hello, my name is Ardie and I am a weeper. Yes, I freely admit that I cry at everything. And I do mean everything . Some say it's just my hormones (but then I get that old stupid joke - how do you make a whore moan?) and others say it's just because I am too sensitive. I prefer to say I am overflowing with emotions of all kinds.
I cry when I am sad, obviously. I can cry so long and so hard that my eyes swell shut and I look like one of those mole-men all squinty eyed, nose wrinkled up to smell around since I cannot see. I also cry when I laugh too hard. My kids love this show because then they know they've done something really fantastically funny. I hate it because it means I am not only crying but I am also laughing so hard I feel like I will wet my pants...ah the joys of having given birth. Speaking of giving birth, I also cry at any and all birth scenes when the proud parents get to hear the baby cry for the first time. And when the expectant mama hears her baby's heartbeat echo in a tiny exam room. I cry when I am happy, exuberantly overjoyed. If someone comes to visit after being gone for a long time I will cry when I finally see that person again. If my daughter makes me some prefab poem at school out of her hand print I cry. So my point is that I cry.
Well, I cried again today. But it was a weird cry - one I don't think I've ever experienced before. And trust me, that's saying a lot with my track record. I cried when I received an email from my mom basically telling me how proud she is of me. I read the email and I sat at my computer and I sobbed like a 3 year old, shoulders hitching and all. I'm sure I looked quite mad but I couldn't help it. After a crappy week the sweet words hit me and I couldn't control my emotions.
Beautiful Trinbute Poem
- To Mom - My Queen
This is a beautiful tribute poem for what would've been a mom's 100th birthday.
My Best Friend
See, my mom is my best friend. For the longest time it was just me and her - looking out for one another and spending time together. She was a single mom and she raised me along. I remember sleeping in her bed with her for quite some time. Heck, I probably still would if she'd let me! I was (and still am) a true blue mama's girl. I followed her everywhere and I wanted to be just like her. As I grew I learned more about my mom and I realized what kind of life she'd had before me. It was horrible. Definitely not something I could've lived through and still come out normal. But she lived through it and went on to raise happy, successful children who think she rules the planet. My mom is the strongest woman I have ever known. I won't go into details here about her past because that is her personal story. But trust me, it takes a lot to impress me now that I've known what my mother dealt with.
Having said all that I must admit I talk to my mom every single day - at length. Well, at least I did until I got all wrapped up in my writing. And today when I got the email from my number 1 fan I realized I was neglecting the best relationship I've ever known. So I cried again. Yes, my mom reads everything I write and she's even commented on some of my stuff - she's my biggest fan and my strongest support. My mom has been there for me from day 1, literally, and I know she always will be there for me. And this is my thank you to her.
Thank you mom - I love you!! I am your number 1 fan.