Mom's the Word

5.02.2012

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{my mom and I last weekend during Kappa mom's weekend}
While it may seem as though I'm jumping the gun on Mother's Day, today (which is now yesterday) just so happens to be my mom's birthday, so I figure it's an equally worthy cause for celebration of my wonderful mother of seven kids. As I grow older, I'm starting to notice that I'm slowly evolving into a mini-Meems (Meems is her newly adopted name after becoming a grandmother). My taste buds are starting to resemble hers more closely; my shoe fetish doesn't appear to be fading any time soon; and embarrassingly enough, the highlight of my day is finding the best parking spot in the lot. As weird as this evolution is, I can only hope this is a promising indication that I will be half the super-mom she is. Here are ten of the many things I love & admire about my mom:

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ten. Her style doesn't fade. Despite our age gap with me being the youngest, I still occasionally find myself swiping the Milly coat from her closet or attempting to squeeze into her wedges.

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nine. She's a master at the sewing machine--an invaluable asset for someone like me who experienced more than a few Forever 21 blouses lose a button or break a strap.

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eight. She keeps a constant stock of chocolate chips on hand in the event that an emergency chocolate-fix is necessary. And with my hectic high school schedule, that event came up often.

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seven. She has taught me invaluable things like the trick of keeping butter out so it easily spreads, how to receive the benefits of a sale even after having bought an item, which Houston roads to avoid, and to always always bring a sweater just in case it's cold inside.

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six. She's a gourmet cook and is never afraid to put new recipes to the test whenever someone has a special request.

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five. Those gourmet meals are usually accompanied by equally delicious desserts. Though I constantly nagged that I would be obsese by the age of 25 at the rate she whipped out baked goods, I secretly looked forward to coming home to her warm chocolate chip cookies, Gharidelli brownies, chocolate sheet cake, or Christmas candy crackers sitting in the freezer.

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four. She keeps our home beautifully decorated and always perfectly presentable for guests. 


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three. She loves Paris just as much as I do. 


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two. Her advise is usually spot on. She always told me I would regret quitting piano, which despite my adamant opposition to this advice I now realize is true. And she was right; who I asked to Cotillion sophomore year really wasn't a big deal.

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one. She's a walking encyclopedia when it comes to everything floral. 


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So thanks for the packed lunches, the hugs, the back-scratches, the math tutoring, always dressing me in hats and smocked dresses, and the unconditional love, mom. I love you.


4 comments:

Julianne said...

this maybe the cutest post of all time. I love Meems too!

Cathy McConn said...

You are a sweetheart. I don't know what I would be doing without you and all our shopping trips and crisis-solving. (mostly in HS) Beautiful post.

Cathy McConn said...

PS Can I have that kitchen? I think Amy wants it too.

Carolyn said...

Cute! I love that Meems, too! Great pic of y'all.