10 Ways My Mother Raised Me To Be The Best For My Kids

Sometimes, she seemed like the supermom. How could she go to work, take care of the house, and still find the time to ask how my day was going? Magic, that’s how. 

Maybe it took growing up, but not too later into my adulthood I quickly realized all my rolled eyes or sighs of frustration over things that I would “thank her for later” weren’t worth it. Because guess what? It’s later, and Mom, thank you.

Thank you….

• • For showing me what a strong, driven, independent woman looks like. You know when to lead and when to follow. When to offer input and when to go with the flow. It’s admirable and it makes me want to be exactly like you.
  • For sticking up for me. It takes a special kind of love to stand by someone through thick and thin, and yet you do. Every single day, you do. I won’t forget the times you would ask me what happened and really get down to the bottom of the problem. You held me accountable, but also knew when you needed to step in and have my back when I truly hadn’t done something wrong.
  • For the mornings you looked at me before school and asked “You haven’t done your hair yet right?” Well, jokes on me, because I had. And yes, Mom, in answer to your follow-up question, I did indeed plan on wearing it to school like that. Just. Like. That. Of course, I never actually said that, instead it would be a roll of the eyes and a sassy, sarcastic “wow, thanks Mom” response and I’d trudge back to the bathroom to do my hair all over again. But now, no sass, no sarcasm, but “wow, thanks Mom” because honestly the wavy, “I woke up like this” hair really wasn’t as great as I thought.