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I love my mom, but I have come to the realization that we don’t have much in common.
My mom loves to cook. I do not.
My twin sister enjoys cooking, and she’s good at it. So at least one of us will carry on that trait. I wish I loved to cook, I just don’t. (But, I love to eat. And I always thank the cook.)
My mom loves to garden. I don’t.
I kill plants. In fact, every Mother’s Day I usually receive a couple hanging baskets for my front porch. They start out as beautiful baskets overflowing with purple and pink petunias. But, within a couple months, I’ve managed to kill them. I either don’t water them enough or I water them too much. And, I certainly don’t spend the time cutting off all the dead flowers like my mom does, which explains why her hanging baskets always look perfect. Seriously, they look garden magazine perfect every spring and summer.
My mom loves animals. I do, too. But, my mom is a much better animal caregiver then I am. I sometimes forget to put flea treatment on my dogs every three to four weeks. I might remember the fifth week, which is better than not remembering at all, right? But, my mom’s love for animals goes far deeper than her love for dogs. She loves all animals… almost. She isn’t a fan of ticks. She will gladly kill one of those suckers in a second. But, if you find a big spider’s web on her front porch you better leave it alone. It’s probably one of her “pets.” She loves spiders. She even feeds them. Literally. She will throw a grasshopper or some other insect in the spider’s web and watch in pure delight as it spins it up and prepares to devour it. That might sound sick and twisted to some of you, but that’s just my mom. She loves nature. She loves science. She loves history. She loves learning.
My mom is very opinionated, as am I. But, she gets very heated about things I just brush off or ignore. For instance, she yells at the TV screen when certain political figures are being interviewed. And the minute you arrive at her home you know exactly where she stands. The sticker on her back door makes her views, specifically her political views, very clear. And that’s exactly the way she wants it. Don’t try to change my mother’s mind, either. You will be fighting a losing battle. She knows what she knows, she believes what she believes, and she’s one of the smartest people I know. She’s also one of the most well-read people I know. Hence, one of the reasons she’s so smart.
I can’t dispute the fact that my mom and I don’t have a whole lot in common. To be honest, sometimes I feel bad about it. I don’t share her love of cooking. I love running. But, in the eyes of my mother, that’s like a form of punishment. She’s learned to accept my love for running, but she doesn’t understand it. She loves gardening. I enjoy lifting weights. Again, working out at a gym is cruel and unusual punishment in my mother’s eyes, but she has learned to accept my desire to do it. I’m a neat freak. She’s not. I choose to get up at the crack of dawn. She sleeps late. Our tastes in music are vastly different. The point I’m trying to make is that my mother and I don’t have a whole lot in common, but that doesn’t make me love her any less or vice versa. I love that my mom raises miniature donkeys, and tries out new recipes on a daily basis and finds joy in discovering spears of asparagus planted all over her yard. I love all of those things about her because they are what make my mom, my mom. I hope she knows that and understands that. I know I don’t show her how much I love her as often as I should. And that’s something I’m working on. It’s something we should all work on. We should celebrate our mothers every day. We should celebrate them for everything they are, and for everything they have done and will do for us. Every day should be Mother’s Day.
Just don’t ask me to cook, Mom.
Or, water your plants.
But, you can leave the heavy lifting to me.
In fact, start your list now, Momma. Sunday I will be your servant for a day. All of those chores you have wanted done around the house… all the junk you have wanted hauled away… I’m the gal for the job! All I ask is that you feed me.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom and all of the amazing moms who should be celebrated on a daily basis.