Happy Mother’s Day Grammy, Nina, Robin, Marilyn, Aunt Ann, Aunt Tio, Aunt Karen, Aunt Joy, Aunt Debbie and all the beautiful women who helped raise us and make us into the women we are today. But even most importantly, Happy Mother’s Day Mom, this is a love letter to you.
We want to thank you for your loving hands and words of wisdom. Thank you for your open ears and warm heart. Thank you for putting up with us when we melted crayons in the car, ran away, bruised our knees and cut our legs; for setting an example of a working mother who could juggle raising her children (without neglect) and being a successful business owner. And finally, thank you for leading us by example through God’s work.
Isn’t it weird to think about how we are “all grown up” now? Elizabeth is 26 and I am 25. It is strange to think that in a year I will be walking down the aisle instead of the hallways of our childhood home. Looking back, I wonder why I was so ready to grow up and head out into “the real world.” Now, instead, I turn my head back and gaze into the past with affection.
Elizabeth and I remember years of house construction. Instead of hiring workers, you taught us that women can build/renovate a house. Not only can a woman renovate a house, but she can do it with two children and her own business. How cool is that? You taught us how to wire electrical, gut a bathroom, plant a garden, pick out beautiful furnishings, and more. And, oh yeah, it was often done with curlers in your hair before you headed to work or dropped us off to school. I think we can all agree, that is what we call a successful “wonder woman.”
We remember sitting and watching you on the job. Not only an amazing interior designer, you were also the iron woman that managed to control contractors and builders. They listened to you because you had a vision, expectations, and unwavering authority. There were not any corners cut when you were on the job. If it couldn’t be done right, it wasn’t going to be done at all. Those guys knew that, and never argued or defied you.
And we remember your cooing voice as you sung us to sleep (and the rest of the Girl Scout troop) under the stars. We are thankful because you were our troop leader, cheerleader, Sunday School, and substitute teacher. Somehow you managed to be there for it all. If you weren’t leading the activities, you were still in the background, present for every part of our lives.
So thank you mom for teaching us what women can be and what we can do, for teaching us to be strong in our convictions, and for teaching us how to be present in every moment. You are our role model and we aspire to live up to your example.
Mom, Elizabeth and I want to end by telling you how much we love you. And, how much we love all of the beautifully strong women in our lives. Each and every one of you nurtured and helped raise us. We wouldn’t be the women we are today without you. Elizabeth and I have second, third, fourth, etc. mothers in all of you. What more could two girls ask for when raised by their church and family, both filled with motherly affection and unconditional love? Happy Mother’s Day Y’all!
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