Remember that time in 7th grade when you took me to go see, “Waterboy?” For whatever reason I wasn’t popular that week at school and I thought everyone who was anyone was going and I just had to be there or I’d die! It was ten minutes to show time and we lived at least 20 mins from the theatre. Nothing not even time was going to stand in your way. We threw on our denim jackets, rolled down the windows in the audi and blasted KW3. I admit, I was a little embarrassed to be going with my Mom but as soon as we arrived it felt like we owned the place. You made friends with everyone there and were officially dubbed, “The Cool Mom.” We ate popcorn and I used the Redvines you bought me as straws for my 7up. We’ve always made a great team.
Fall time makes me think of school clothes shopping. When I was in the single digits of life you’d take me to Spokane. This meant; Cyrus O’Leary’s oreo milkshakes, Wagon slide, Nordstrom and the Bon Marche’. My first pair of Dr. Martens were purple lace up boots. I walked around the playground with my head down not because I was scared or ashamed but because I couldn’t take my eyes off of the coolest shoes on the planet. You worked hard to give me all the nice things you thought I should have. Needless to say, when it was cold- I was warm. When it was hot- I looked cool. Even more than those days I recall the shopping trip we took in eighth grade. It was just the two of us. Again. And some way somehow you managed to suit me up all over again. I’m sure I said Thank You but I don’t think I could have really thanked you enough. I didn’t know the value of a dollar. Or how hard you must’ve worked to be able to clothe me in all the brand names I thought I needed. Its’ only now as a Mom myself that I get it. I know now what I wish I would’ve known then. You loved me more than anything.
Mom, you gave me belief in myself the goodness in people and the power of a smile. You’re the reason I sing to my kids in the morning. I’d like to know that I’m instilling the same virtues in my children. Being a Mom is more about the being part. You taught and loved me well. Happy Mothers Day Mama. Love, Mery Noel