My Mother

My mother is an incredible woman. She married her high school sweetheart right out of high school. She told me once that all she wanted to be when she grew up was a wife and mother. She raised three very different and independent girls. We rode motorcycles, we hunted, we played ball … we were athletes. My mother was not, but she allowed us to grow and develop into who we were. She also faithfully drove us to every game, every activity and smiled throughout it.

My father played American League fast pitch and our summers were spent at the ball field. Weekends were spent at ball tournaments. Through it all my mom was supportive and fun. She kept score; she rode herd on all three of us and continued to encourage us in all of our endeavors.

In high school my mom was the one that the other girls went to for advice and help. She was a safe haven in the midst of a difficult and crazy world. She went to every game, every activity and every play or concert. She was always there and always supportive.

In the tough times of my life she has always been there. She has cried with me, laughed with me and always encouraged me to be more than I am. I know that she loves me without hesitation and will move heaven and earth to support me.

I cannot say enough in tribute to the amazing woman that she is. I am so grateful for all that she is and all that she has contributed to make me who I am today. She is more than my mother, she is my friend.

“Her children arise and call her blessed” Proverbs 31:28