I have a couple minutes while Ryanna is reading a book and Quinten is happy in the swing. I'm not sure I can get it all in before one or both of them have a melt down but here goes. I have the best mother in the world. Simply put I only know how to be a mother because of her. I only know how to rock my babies, tell them stories, sing them silly songs, and give them unusual but adoring nicknames because of her. When I was about 12 or 13 I started hearing all the time "you look just like your mother!" At the time I wasn't sure I appreciated that. Yes, I was a bit of a brat, especially to my mother. The older I became the more often I heard how much I looked like my mother and the less it bothered me. Then I left for college. I didn't miss home much but with each week I began to realize all the things my mom had done for me and after the initial first party weeks I began to rely on those semi weekly sometimes daily calls to my mom. I called to ask things like "hey mom how do I make top ramen in a microwave?" or "hey mom guess what happened today?" She was always there practically any time of day and I knew she would have time for me. She is still there for me and I have gone from a 12 year old bugged by the observation of my likeness to my mother to a 25 year old that just hopes I can be 1/10th of the woman my mom is.
Mom - Do you remember this song? I wish I could sing it to you myself and I really mean that the best I could ever hope to be is as wonderful as you are. Thank you for being my example and friend. I love you.
-Your Beally Princess
She by Cherie Call
She is not the picture on the magazine
She's the woman just behind you at the checkout stand
She may appear to be common but she mystifies
In all the ways the wisest men and children understand
'Cause she has eyes that sparkle with her love
And she has a smile that's as gentle as a dove
And no woman from a movie or an ad could ever hope to be
As beautiful as she
She is not a highly honored diplomat
Held responsible to lead the world to peace
But what she does is every bit as serious
Amidst the turmoil everywhere that will never cease
'Cause she has hands that wipe the tears away
And she has a voice that makes everything O.K.
And no woman from the papers or T.V. could ever hope to be
As indispensable as she
And it breaks my heart every time I see her wonder
If she means anything in this world that pulls her under
And she doesn't always see the way that Heaven smiles above her
That's the reason I try to always tell her that I love her
'Cause she may not be known for giving millions
To the charities and auctions on the news
But I believe she's given more than anyone
In all the times she's ever had to choose
To give up sleep to rock her children every night
And give her heart to always hold their dreams so tight
And the best that you or I could ever hope to be
Is as wonderful as she
And the best that you or I could ever hope to be
Is as wonderful as she
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