My mom likes life. She doesn't dwell on negative stuff, even though she's had to deal with her fair share of it. She cares about people and loves things. She collects lots of things: dishes, nativities, fabric, books, talavera, children's toys (she probably doesn't think she collects these, but she has amassed a bajillion of them), and other entertainments. She has good taste in things. She doesn't like Neil Diamond or Barry Manilow; she likes The Doors and has a crush on Joe Cocker. She knows all the best places for Mexican food and makes the worlds best fajitas herself. She is always willing to help--by watching a kid, fixing a meal, lending an ear, whatever. And she's funny. I mean really funny.
I can't thank her enough for putting up with me. The older my Maggie gets and the more fits she throws over every little thing, the more I realize my mother is a Saint, because I was just like Maggie when I was a kid and my mom didn't kill me, not even once, even though I'm sure she wanted to. My mom has answered many a phone call with me crying on the other end, and she's always put me back together again.
I love my mother because she's the best one there is.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!!