Today is my mommy's birthday. Yes, I still call my mom "mommy" even though I'm 20 years old and I'll tell you why.
#1. When I was a baby, she used to get the blow dryer out and warm up the sheets in my crib before she put me in it every night so I wouldn't get cold.
#2. As a little girl, she made every single one of my birthday parties more special than the last. Whether it was a princess tea party, a Disneyland adventure, or a trip to Cirque de Soleil with all my little girl friends, it was unforgettable!
#3. When I was in middle school, I wen't on a trip to Washington, D.C with my class and when I came home, she surprised me and had completely refurnished, repainted, and cleaned my room.
#4. When I started high school, she would sneak away from work to make it to every volleyball game she could. She taught me how to drive. She anxiously awaited my arrival home from my first date and stayed up late listening to me gush about every moment from when he picked me up until he walked me to my door. When I got my heart broken, she held my hand, rubbed my back, and always told me someday my prince would come and thank the frogs who were dumb enough to let me go.
#5. Once, I planned a trip months in advance to go visit a University I desperately wanted to attend in San Francisco. One of my friends from high school was supposed to drive there and back with me and after a month of planning, backed out 18 hours before. I called my mom crying, so disappointed. But she didn't worry for a second. Instead, she did what only she could do. She said to give her 5 minutes and she'd call me back with a plan. Sure enough, 4 minutes later she called and said, "I am going to drive up with you, fly home for work, fly back to you at the end of the week and drive home with you. I can't think of a better adventure for us than a nice long road trip up the beautiful California coast." It ended up being one of my most favorite memories with her.
#6. When I started college, she helped me find an apartment, she helped me move in, she gave me her vintage Vogue coasters that she put in her first apartment 40 years ago, and she told me that no matter where I lived, I could always come home.
Now, I'm growing up, making mistakes, learning every day, working towards my goals and becoming the woman I want to be. But when I've been knocked down or I'm overwhelmed, need to vent about my day or just want a hug, I still need my mommy. She is the best woman and mother I know and undoubtedly my hero. I hope that someday when I have littles, they will look up to me even half as much as I look up to her.
Happy Birthday to the Best Mommy on Earth!
I love you!
Infinite X's and O's,
Dee
