I was blessed to have a wonderful Mother growing up. We didn't always see eye to eye, but she was always there for me. (Big surprise... what teenager does?) My mom worked a full time job and sold crafts and Stanley home products, for extra money. She did all of this so that my dad could be a police officer and so that my brother and I could have things like other kids. She used to make dinner almost every night for us. My mom was great! My friends enjoyed coming over to our house, because she always cooked up something yummy and listened to us without being judgemental.
MY MOM IS STILL GREAT!!!!
When I was pregnant with my son, she was always there for me when I had problems and difficulties. She really helped me out. When I was in labor, I had her there in the delivery room with me & my husband. She was AWESOME! This was something that she had never experienced other than having her own kids. : ) She really enjoyed being there and we loved having her! I am so thankful that we could experience this together. I couldn't have asked God for a better MOM!
She supports me in ALL that I do. When I found out that I was going to lose my job and decided to start a work from home business, she joined me. My mom shared with me the love of helping others. And because of that, I have had such a wonderful time sharing my business with others. Mom taught me how to be selfless and know the joy of doing for others and seeing the joy on their faces. God is so good! He gave me the BEST MOM EVER!
My son loves her so much, too! He calls her "olde gramma". This is becasue he has spent the most time with her of all of his grandmas. She was around just about every week for some period of time and then when we built our house in 2005, we lived with her for 6 months. After we moved in, my son kept asking when grandma was moving in . . . : ) She comes out to our house at least once a week and usually stays the night. I am so thankful that my son will know my mom. He loves it when she spends time with him. When I was a child, we lived too far away from both sets of grandparents for me to really know them. . . 3 of them died by the time I was 11 years old.
I pray that my son has the wonderful opportunity of getting to know my mom as he grows up. She is my best friend.
I Love You, MOM!