Today is my mom's birthday. As an only child, I thought she was the best playmate. As an adult, she is my best girlfriend. In between, I was a teenager. We'll just leave it at that. :)
Occasionally I will do or say something and think "mirror mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all." Instead of being alarmed or annoyed at that thought, I am glad. My mother is someone I am happy to be like, even if that means that I now cry at movies. :)
My mom is my biggest fan and best audience. I am pretty sure she thinks I am funnier and smarter than anyone else on the planet. She still takes good care of me when I am sick. She always has time to talk when I call. She makes the best mashed potatoes ever. She is supportive, but never pushy. She did not strangle me when I spilled pink nail polish on my blue carpet. Or when I cut bagels directly on the kitchen counter with a really sharp knife. Or when I was a mouthy, know-it-all 17 year old. She must have considered it though. :) She is always ready for a laugh. She has the answers when I ask the questions (I thawed this hamburger, but now I'm not going to use it. Can I put it back in the freezer?), but doesn't give unsolicited advice. I wonder how many times she has bit her tongue in my 32 years on the planet! :) I don't know what book she read on being a mother, but it must have been a good one!
I thought about all the things that I love about my mom while I baked her cake tonight. I thought of more while I baked her second cake. You see, I burned the first one. And you just don't serve burnt birthday cake to your one and only mom. That wouldn't be a nice thing to do to the woman who took a cake decorating class so that she could decorate cute birthday cakes for her little girl!
Happy Birthday Mom!