Mother…Rucker.

Where to begin? Where to end? Could I really say that all through the years I’ve loved every moment of every day with you? Let’s be realistic. No. I have run to my room cursing you for being “lame”. I have talked back to you when I felt like your reasoning was stupid and unfair. I have called you out for things you have done to make me angry and upset. But it wouldn’t be right to say that life has been nothing but rainbows and butterflies. It wouldn’t do justice to say that we never fought, yelled at each other, or disagreed.

My mom is amazing. There is no one that can prepare a better Thanksgiving meal than her. She can bake like a gourmet pastry chef. She cares about individuals, even when they wrong her, and hurt her deeply. She has a smile that can light up any room. She loves my father every day. She thinks of me on vacations, even when the gift she brings back rarely gets used/worn. She accepts and loves my boyfriend despite our religious differences, and upbringing. She allows me to have friends over, and remembers them to a point where they have their own special bond. She gets drunk too easily off wine, which provides me with a very entertaining night. She kills as a Euchre partner. She tells me she’s proud of me, even when the timing is off and I’ve done nothing. She loves me - every single day of my life.

No mom is perfect. No mom is flawless. But there are moments that are near perfection, that seem flawless and beautiful and unforgettable. There are times when you are SO happy and SO proud to be a spawn of your momma. I know that when I’m older the petty fights will be forgotten, and the moments my mother cared for me and was there for me will be fresh on my mind.

So this is for you mom. I am so happy that it was ME who formed in your uterus. And even if I was adopted or came to your by other means (which in my case I know isn’t true) I’d still love you for being my mother in the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Peace and love.