Honesty Pants

Ok, so Mother's Day was precisely 3 days ago.
I meant to write this then.
But then my brother's college graduation, dead week, a recent obsession with David Dunn, and writer's block got in the way.
Don't believe me? I have 9 drafts saved on this thing.
I bet you are just itching to read all of those. There is genius in all of them.

But in the meantime . . .

My biggest fear? Being a mom. I'm not fully convinced I can push something OUT of me. Don't know if I exactly can take care of it either. The whole responsibility thing kinda gets me. I don't do well with poop or screaming. I CAN, however, pick out some steller baby shoes. Jordans and Converse would definitely be the essential picks. But that's about it.

But as for the more sentimental side of me . . . here it is.

"An Ode to Annie"

Ask me about my mother, and I would say, "Unselfish. Organized. Dedicated. Encouraging. An enthusiastic lover of german chocolate cake and the film, Pride and Prejudice. A follower of Jesus Christ. An Amazing Wife. A Great Cook. A Genuine Soul. A tender nurse. A good listener. A great researcher."

Let me tell you about the time where we sat in my Dad's big chair for a good 30 minutes crying our eyes out together after watching "Where The Red Fern Grows" when I was little. Or the time when she surprised me with a trip to Oklahoma City to watch "Stars on Ice" (my infatuation at the time). Or the time when my first horse died and she sat by my bed and wiped away the tears until I fell asleep. Or all the miles we spent on the road, nights in strange hotels, and in random gyms all across the country so I could chase my dream of becoming a college basketball player. Or the time where I got the flu really bad my Junior Year of high school and she let me sleep in her bed for a good five days. Or the time where she would cook my favorite pasta for lunch on every game day. Or the time where I butted heads with my AP English teacher my senior year and couldn't get out of the class unless I had parental permission and she came up to the school and had a meeting with the counselor and the teacher and mom completely battled for me. Or the time where she helped me measure my first dorm room to make sure my bed would fit. Or the games she's never missed (been to 'em all). Or diligently video taping of all my games my senior year of high school so I could make a highlight video. Or researching all the information about a black 2008 Honda Pilot so it would be an amazing surprise on my 18th birthday. Or the time I went to college and came back and she was a little more mellow.

Let me tell you about my mom. She's raised three kids. That's three more than I could ever do.