Family

The GOAT

We have all heard the acronym GOAT associated with Michael Phelps, Roger Federer, Serena Williams, and Michael Jordan. And yes, they are the Greatest of All Time in their particular sport. But, when it comes to everyday life, my mom takes the cake with the title of GOAT. She truly is the Greatest of All Time.

For forty years she has been there for me. Never once has she turned her back on me or shunned me. She has loved me through my mistakes and my successes. She has cheered for me when no one else did. My mom has been a shoulder to lean on, a voice of reason, and an endless source of laughter. She has been stern when necessary and compassionate when appropriate. Our relationship has grown from a child/parent relationship to a true, genuine friendship. I know that no matter what I face in this life, she will always support me.

In addition to how wonderful of a mom she has always been, the highlight of my relationship with her has been seeing her in the role as Nana. The love she shows my son is unparalleled. She knows how to have fun and make him laugh while building precious memories with him. She is one of his biggest fans (second only to me and his daddy). She listens to him, shows interest in what interests him, and makes the effort to come out and spend time with him.

My life would be empty without our daily phone conversations. We can talk for two seconds or two hours and never lack laughter, happiness, or something to talk about. I don’t need Siri because my mom is my go-to when I have a question about parenting, cooking, or life in general. No matter the distance between us, we are inseparable.

Since becoming a mom I have a whole new appreciation for my mom. I can’t imagine how she felt when I left home for college a month after turning 17. And I certainly can’t imagine what it did to her when I packed up and moved halfway across the country. I know she has shed numerous tears over the years but she has never let her own emotions shelter me or stifle me. I don’t know how she has done it but I pray I do the same for my son.

My prayer for the past eleven years of being a mom is that I will be the mom to my son that my mom has been to me. I pray that when my son is grown he will look back with a smile on his face remembering with fondness our time together. I don’t know how often a boy typically calls his mom when he is an adult but I pray he never gets too busy to send a quick text or make a quick call. I also pray my mom has never felt I have been too busy for her. She truly is the Greatest of All Time and I am so thankful God chose me to be her daughter.

 

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