Mom

I haven't had the best day. Things haven't gone right, my mood is depressive, and I'm just overall sad. I don't know why, and I know it's not good... because the joy of the Lord should be my strength.

As I was packing my cloths to leave for the Grand Canyon in a couple of days, I was rolling my cloths to put them in my pack... and I had to think of my mom. She taught me how to roll my clothes to make them take up the least amount of room possible. And it made me REALLY miss her.

Then I started thinking about all of the things my mom has taught me, and how perfectly she does all of these things. The imagery I'm getting right now is me as a little kid following my mom around and watching what she does. It's a pretty sweet picture. As I look back at all of the years I have to sit amazed at her patience and love as she guided me into adulthood. Surely it can't be an easy task being a good mother. I have a GOOD mother.

Here are just of the few of the things she has taught me:
How to talk
How to pee in the toilet
How to do funny tricks
How to respect people
How to train dogs (I still suck at it)
How to use the computer
How to live with integrity
How to roll my clothes so they fit better
How to put on pantyhose (still hate it though)
How to use makeup
How to cook
How to stitch
How to plant things
How to be independent
How to iron
Basically she taught me almost everything I needed to know in order to grow up successful.

Sometimes when I have a bad day I want to call a friend or eat ice cream, or watch a movie, you name it. But tonight, I just want my mom.

I leave for the Grand Canyon in two days, and I'm excited. But I am WAY more excited to go camping with my whole family in August.

I miss my family REALLY bad.