This day, a certain number of years ago, a baby was born who would later go on to greatness.
That was my Uncle John. Twenty-two minutes later, my mom was born.
As the youngest of eight kids, she had plenty of people to look after her and keep her in check.
And, even though my grandma “forgot” to send her to kindergarten, my mom did really well all throughout school. When the time came for her to go to college, she based her decision on a very important criteria: She chose Arkansas, because there was snow on the brochure.
Once again, my mom naturally thrived. Something about her personality is just so magnetic — something that’s always been evident to me.
Fast-forwarding a few years, she really got her wish for snow, by marrying my dad and promptly moving up to Michigan. As if adjusting to winters that never get above freezing wasn’t stressful enough, she soon had a baby of her own.
Nonetheless, she still kept her glow.
All through my life, that is one thing that’s really stood out to me about my mom: She just radiates kindness, inner- and outer-beauty.
She also encourages the best in my sister and me. Whether she was playing make-believe with me when I was young or pushing me to finish up an eight-mile run, she is always inspiring me to work harder.
Most remarkably, she does all of this without asking for anything in return. She is truly the most selfless person I know. Even when I am away at college, I know I can call her any day at any time. She’ll always be there for me.
I often wonder how it is possible to pay her back for all she does. It hardly seems possible…
Yet, I know that if I live every day to my fullest potential, my mom will be proud. That’s the least I can do.
Love you, Mom and happy, happy birthday.
And, for the record, you’re pretty great, too.
Question: Did you parents come from big families? It seems to me that it used to be more common for five+ kids…