Crazy Hairy to the rescue!

Ok, so I know I have said a few things about my mom that wern't exactly "glowing", so I thought I should set the record straight on how I feel about her and tell a nice story so you all don't think she's so stinkin terrible.

First off, I want to say that I love my mother. I really do. We have a typical relationship where we have a good time together but cannot spend too much time together. Once I got married and moved out, our relationship changed and we can now enjoy and appreciate each other. My mom is sweet, thoughtful, helpful, loving, encouraging (even though she goes about it in a weird way sometimes) funny, creative and is honestly one of the women I admire most. She thinks EVERYTHING through and does nothing out of haste -except for maybe impulse shop. She raised her children prayerfully and to the absoulte best of her ability. Her knowledge of scripture is probably the one area of her life that I wish I had for myself.

Now I'd like to share a little story with you so you can get a glimpse of the kind of loving things my mother does for me. (And it's not just because I'm her favorite! :p) A few weeks ago I was supposed to take mom, Alyssa and my kids to visit my grandparents for a few days. We were leaving on a Thursday afternoon so I got up and was getting packed when I started to feel really sick. I called mom and told her I had decided not to go and she offered to come help with the kids if I needed it, and I told her no, I'd be fine. Well, by 11:30 I was curled up on my bed with the kids playing next to me and I realized I was too sick to take care of them. I called Dave to see if he could take a longer lunch and come home until Belle was down for her nap and he agreed to come home even though it was a Thursday and those are bad days for him to take off without notice. He came home and I told him to call mom and ask her to come over since he really needed to get back to work, so after he got me the barf bucket off he went with the kids. Of course mom insisted I should have called earlier and she would have walked over :) She came over and stayed the whole afternoon, gave the kids lunch (which was hard with Belle since I got sick in the middle of nursing her and mom had to drop everythig to make a bottle for my little diva), played with them and got them settled in bed for naps. She hung around for a while after that "just in case" and basically wasted her whole afternoon over here with us even though she had a lot to do at home. See what I mean? She drives me crazy, but then does stuff like that and I cannot help but be reminded of how wonderful she really is. I certainly don't love her anymore than I always have because she came over, but it was a great way for me to remember how much I love and appreciate her.