Mother's Day

When I was a kid, Mother's Day was simply going out and buying the obligatory card and making some hideous gift at school. As I have aged and wised-up, I am realizing how much goes into being a Mom. Or should I say, being a GOOD Mom. Having Lindsay has changed me in so many ways. I was once so flighty and I placed so much importance on the silliest things. There is no greater feeling, no higher calling, than giving your entire being, your whole soul, to someone else. I feel like it doesn't matter what happens to me, as long as Lindsay is happy. As long as Lindsay is safe, all will be well. And now I know how my Mom must feel about me. She has given and given and given. She has rescued me more times than I am sure she cares to recall. She rescued me from a bad marriage. She became Lindsay's other parent when my husband chose not to be there. She gave us a home so I could finish my college degree and I could make a home for Lindsay and me. Before I could make that life fully materialize, I developed a nerve disease and am now incapable of taking care of Lindsay on my own, or taking care of myself. And Mom is still here. She is still taking up my slack. Still loving Lindsay like she were her own. Still breaking her back to get us through the month. She is still driving me to doctor's appointments. Still loving us unconditionally. It's just us girls against the world, and I have the most amazing Mom in the whole world. I hope she knows how much I appreciate her, for I don't know where Lindsay and I would be without her.