When I think of my mom...

When I think of my mom I remember brown paper bags with peanut butter, butter, and honey sandwiches, and cookies, chips, and a drink almost every day for school. I think of loads and loads of laundry with as much swimming as my sister and I did on the swim team. As well all of the driving and waiting for us at swim practice. I think of her helping us with school projects.

When I think of my mom and remember seeing her praying beside her bed in the mornings and evenings. I think of always having a meal ready when it was time to eat. I think of her working in the yard planting flowers, weeding. I think of someone who was always ready to provide for me and my sisters... taking us shopping for clothes that were "cool" for school. When I think of my mom I think of a spotless house. Everything was always picked up and cleaned often. Everything had its place. I think of freezing strawberries and making applesauce. When I think way back I remember my mom playing guitar and letting me bang around on pots and pans. I think that's where my love of listening to music started.

When I think of my mom I think of all the places she took me. To piano lessons, to tumbling, to swim lessons, to soccer, to basketball, to school, to friends, to just anywhere I needed to go until I could drive. When I think of my mom I also think of a desire to talk to us about God to share the Bible. To ask me questions.

When I think of my mom I'm thankful for all she did for me. Much I know I don't even remember.

Thanks, Mom. Happy Mother's Day.

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