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A Texan Grows in Brooklyn
I can always tell when my mom doesn’t like something that I’m wearing. She would never come right out and tell me that I looked like a rainbow vomited (which, let’s be honest, I often do). Instead, she ops for a more diplomatic approach and says, “Well, I wouldn’t wear it, but it looks good on you”. Thanks, Mom.
I love that, if it means fun and laughter are in store, my mom is always willing to look absolutely ridiculous with me. There is no doubt that I inherited my childlike zest for life from her. Thanks, Mom.
When I was in high school and would go grocery shopping with my mom, we would always grab a treat from the bakery, eat it in the car and get rid of the evidence before going back home to my dad and little brother. Thanks, Mom.
I loved watching my mom dance when I was little. The best impromptu boogies took place when we were cleaning house. If a song that she liked would come on the radio, the volume would quickly be cranked up and she would whip out some seriously wicked moves across the living room. Now, I will be the first to admit that my dancing skills are not what many would consider to be good, but that doesn’t mean I refuse to get out there and shake my groove thing when the mood hits me! Thanks, Mom.
Even on an epic bad day, just hearing my mom’s voice on the telephone can make me smile. Thanks, Mom.
Nothing can compare to the look in my mom’s eyes when she sees my son. Thanks, Mom.
I have never met another person with as much spirit, warmth and love as my mom. She is my inspiration and the reason I became the woman I am today. Thanks, Mom.