A big 'ol Happy Mother's Day to my Moma! Yes, Moma. Everyone tells me I spell her term of endearment incorrectly (even this computer) but that's how I've always spelled it - phonetically, ya know. My phone auto-corrects it to MOMA (Museum of Modern Art, I assume) but you know what, It's a name that deserves to be capitalized!
I've had people wish ME a Happy Mother's Day today which has somewhat thrown me for a loop but has also served as a reminder of what's to come. I've been thinking about those memories of MY Moma that have always fondly stuck with me and I wonder what memories will stay with our little girl. Will she love having her mom wash her hair in the kitchen sink, like I did? Will she feel like she can openly rant about religion and politics to me like I do to my Moma? Will she learn to love animals with all of her heart like I learned from my mom? Will we laugh together until we have tears streaming down our faces as Moma and I have done? Will I be able to teach her how to kick ass at card games, how to make up recipes on the fly, or how to drive defensively? My Moma, teacher of plenty and embracer of all, makes me strive to be a committed, compassionate, successful mother. Thank you, Moma, for motivating and inspiring me to be half as good as you :)
Happy MOMA'S Day.