Mom… I Don’t Even Know Where To Begin…

I’ve tried three times to sit down and write this… But I don’t even know where to begin. Of course I have to thank Mom for giving me life, bringing me into this world, giving me nourishment, and of course loving me. But my mom is so much more than that. And I am having trouble finding the right words to express that, but here we go.

2013-05-11_001It took thirteen years after my parents were married before they found out they were having their first child, that was me. Just when they were about to give up trying to have kids, Mom found out she was four months pregnant. And boy am I glad they didn’t stop trying because I wouldn’t be here today if they did. And I wouldn’t have that woman I have today, the one who is hands down the best friend I could ever have in another female. And although we had our trials in life, I mean, two hormonal women under one roof is bound to cause problems, I am glad we got over those teenage years and it only made us closer.

2013-05-11_002And now as I embark on a very similar path that mom took, I realize the greatest lesson she taught me in life was how to provide for your family above all else. I really don’t know how she did it. Her and my dad expanded Chico Locker around the same time that I was born. Working long hours, taking care of a new baby, on top of other life things like laundry, cleaning, etc. Mom was always there to read me a bedtime story or sit down and color with me. I seriously don’t know how she did it. And then five years later, we welcomed my brother into this world. But nothing changed, her love, her nurturing, her providing for us, and her self sacrifice for us continued like it always did.


Mom was always there to entertain my wild ideas. I was an imaginative child, my brain was always going thinking up something new and exciting to do. One of the best memories I have with Mom was when I wanted to take a bike ride. Mom being the fit, in shape, and exercise-conscious lady she was took me on a marathon bike ride (at the age of 7) with my little toddler brother in a bike seat on the back of her bike. I remember crying because my legs hurt and I wanted to stop. She entertained my cries and we took several breaks before we finally made it home.


Or the endless times she put up with my requests to get into her shoes, jewelry, clothes, and play dress up. I vividly remember the many times I went through all her things, trying them on, modeling for her. I guess I have mom to thank for my love of all things fashion and my sense of style. Beginning at a young age, dress up was one of my favorite things to do and I had mom’s endless supply of clothes at my disposal.


I miss having Mom around all the time. She’s my fashion adviser  my make up artist, my hair stylist, my personal shopper, the one who I cried many times in her arms when I broke up with old boyfriends, the one who always told me I could do anything if I put my mind to it. She encouraged me, she pushed me to always be better, she loved me unconditionally (even during those times I was a snotty teenager).


The truth is… life wouldn’t run without Mom in it. She does so much for each and every one of us that sometimes it’s easy to take for granted all the things she did and does on a daily basis. The simple things, the little things, that without her, those things wouldn’t get done. She’s the bookkeeper for the business and works full time, she cooks and does the dishes on a daily basis, she keeps a spotless house, and then of course, she’s a mother on top of all that. Mom, you’re a superstar. I don’t know how you do it. But I do know I am so thankful for all that you do and have done for Dad, Jake, and I. You constantly sacrificed yourself for us and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Mom, I love you. You’re my best friend. I couldn’t be more proud to have you to call Mom.   Happy Mother’s Day!


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