Hey Mama

The majority of this entry is from an email I wrote to my mom awhile ago. To be honest, there will probably be multiple entries about my mom if I keep up with this blog (don’t worry, I fully intend to, I am constantly inspired) because she and my dad are my main inspiration in this life. They are the reason I am who I am and do what I do.

My mom is one of the most loving people I know. Yesterday we were at a wedding and all the married women were called to the floor. She stood there with her arms around her friends, laughing and smiling and it was easy to see why my dad fell in love with her and why everyone who knows her leaves her presence feeling cared for and encouraged. She serves others and cares SO MUCH that I'm sometimes afraid she doesn't leave enough for herself, she has absolutely no ego.

Imagine- a farm girl who was the first person in her whole family line to receive a college degree, now living in a city high rise penthouse apartment with four successful children and a husband who treats her like the queen that she is. Most anyone who had come so far and is living such a full and fulfilling life would surely look at their life from time to time and be proud, of all she's accomplished, of all the hard work, luck, and blessings it has taken to get to this point. But she does not. At no point does she toot her own horn or recognize herself as someone to be admired and mimicked and followed. Of course this is part of her charm and magnificence. 

[Breaking from email]

If you’ve ever met my mom, you’re lucky. She is so helpful and hospitable, sometimes to the point where people can’t tell if she’s serious. She always has something uplifting and kind to say, and she tries her hardest to keep unkind things to herself. She is beautiful, wise, and caring. And she inspires me.

Listen to: Warrior by Mark Foster, A-Trak and Kimbra