Moms

I am at my parents house for the weekend. Dan got married yesterday and had to come down for that AND Mother's Day is tomorrow. Not only do we get to celebrate our Moms, I get to talk to my brother, Nils. I'm looking forward to it! We get to talk to him tomorrow and in 4 weeks we get to see him! WOOHOO!

Mother's Day has always been one of my favorite days. My mom is incredible. The love and support she has shown me throughout my life has helped mold me. I love you mom!

This is my mom pretending to be superman! She jumped out of a plane last year. Way to go Mom!

Here is a little story I wrote about my mom just a few weeks after I moved out of my house...about 7 years ago...weird.

My Mom

Not too long ago, some of my roommates along with myself rented Superman, a popular movie about a hero. I had never been a big fan of Superman but as I sat there this time watching the movie, my thoughts about him, or perhaps what he resembled, changed.

I don't think it is a cowiecidence that Superman is only two letters off of Supermom. It might sound funny but as I was watching the movie I thought of someone. No one other than my mom. My Supermom!

Superman is a hero to all that know him. Heroically, he saves lives by running into burning buildings or fighting the evil monster that is putting people into distress. People scream his name and in a matter of only seconds, he is there. He constantly takes the world upon his shoulders and always comes out on top. No one in the world can beat him at anything. He is big. He is stong. He can fly. He can fight. Perhaps that is why they call him Superman.

To some, Superman might not seem very special. He is sometimes in disguise as an ordinary guy without special power. Those people that think that are wrong. Superman isn't an ordinary guy. An ordinary guy can't do everything and Superman can indeed do everything!

So can my mom.

My mom never ran ino a burning building, although she would have, to save me. She never had to fight an evil monster except for the ones that hid under my bed at night. She never flew in the sky to hold up a building that was going to fall on me. Instead mom stayed up with me everynight while I was a baby holding and rocking me until I fell asleep. She told me that I was important and special when other people told me I wasn't. When I called her name, she was there. Always. Even when she wasn't there, she was there. My mom was my greatest fan always giving me trophy's of acceptence and love. All of her hugs and kisses still fill up the inside of my trophy case.

My mom, while taking care of herself, took care of me. At times she felt as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. At times it really was, but she always came out on top.

Sometimes people thought that my mom was just an ordinary mom. They didn't see her super powers that she possed. Even I at a time didn't realize the powers she had. I, like the people in the movie Superman, had no idea the person who saved me time to time, was sometimes right in front of me.

Superman chose that he wanted to be a hero. My mom didn't. However, she chose that she would love and care for me and protect me from things that would hurt me. She turned into my hero. Just like millions of kids want to be just like Superman, I want to be just like my Supermom!