My Mom is one tough broad.
Seriously, my Mom PWNS so hard.
She was up and walking five minutes after giving birth to a huge baby.
She was in labor with her first child for three days, possibly unmedicated, simply because she wouldn't let the doctors cut her.
If you ask me, that's AWESOME.
Also, the other day, my Mother managed to fix a totalled DVD player.
When she was done, she stood up and was all like, "See how much I PWN?!"
And I was all like, "Totally!"
Then, we ate ice cream.
Which reminds me of a little anecdote.
When my Mom was pregnant with my youngest sister, she woke us (meaning my brother, younger sister and I) up at three in the morning.
This is what she said:
"Wake up! Wake up! Let's go get ice cream!"
And that qualifies for AWESOMENESS.
Sure, my Mother and I have our rough patches here and there, but what relationship doesn't?
The love that binds a mother to her child can never be broken and is the most substancial love there can ever be, pure and complete.
Even though my mother gave birth to her first child, my brother, at the tender age of sixteen, she has never regretted it.
She loves all of her children.
A love as pure as sunshine.
A love that will last through eternity.
A love that I could never hope to equal until I, too, have children.
Maybe not even then.
 Jew-bacca · Tue Mar 27, 2007 @ 11:04pm · 2 Comments |
