Today is the day we celebrate Mother’s in many countries, including Canada.

I’ve been thinking all day about what I can say about my mom. Words can never convey how much I love her and all that she has done for me. I’m lucky that I hers.

Everyone say’s their mom is the best mom and I think they’re all right. To them their mom is the best. Their mom is one who worked hard for them, loved them, and put up with them. Mine did the same, she is the best mom I know.

She was there for me when I had nightmares and put up with me sleeping on the floor beside the bed. Almost never stepping on me hen she woke up. She was there to drive me to this or that; a friends house, a swim class, Brownies. She was there when I had a bad day and just needed a cry.

Mom is always there to support me and encourage me. She gave a job and taught me discipline and responsibility. She taught me the value of a dollar and the work needed to earn it (especially with some of those first dial-up internet bills came). She was also there to provide things that I needed, like the occasional reality check, a personal phone line so we could stop fighting over internet or phone, and now a room and a home when I return from abroad.

Mom has always been there to keep me grounded while I soar off around the globe. She gave me an emergency credit card when I took my year abroad and only asked that I keep her posted so she would know I was safe. She’s always encouraged me to travel and loves to hear my tales (I hope) but she has always been my point of return.

People tell me I am just like my mom, that  I look like my mom. There really isn’t a better compliment. I’ve never heard anyone speak ill of my mom, they only speak of her kindness, her openness, her generosity. I figure if I can grow up to be half the woman my mom is I’ve become a pretty great person.

I know it wasn’t always easy. I know I wasn’t always easy but I could always count on my mom.

Happy Mother’s Day Mom. I love you and I miss you. See you in 61 days (and counting).