Mom

I’ve been thinking about this post for days and I’m still not sure I’m going to do her justice by writing, but I’m going to try. The “her” I am about to write about is my mom. She was born in a small village in a country called Serbia. She had parents who loved and provided for all eleven kids (yup, eleven). At a young age, my mom and dad met through family and mutual friends in Ohio while they were both visiting family. Not very long after, they married and settled in Ohio. Of all places in the world…OHIO (blah). They raised the five of us in a strict, but balanced Christian home and did whatever they could to provide a good life for us. We were never the family that went on vacations or played board games on the weekends, but I wouldn’t change a thing.


I know many people might say this about their mom, but my mom, she’s one of a kind. She is loving, understanding, strong, honest, forgiving, hard working, funny, and so much more. She can read people better than anyone I know, she can make a stranger feel like family, she can empathize with you like she walked a mile in those shoes, she can work all day and night for weeks and not complain once, she can create a gourmet meal from five things she randomly found in the fridge, and the five of us kids get to call her Mom.

There are moments in life that I wish I could take back, but I know that only I remember them. Not her. She loves unconditionally and not with parts of her, but with her whole being. She is an amazing daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, and grandmother. In life many of us take family for granted and sometimes treat them worse than we might treat our own friends, but life only happens once. No redo’s, no take backs, no erasing. I’ve got one mom and she deserves all the love and respect I could possibly give her. I’m so thankful to God for giving me the mom I have. I only hope that I will become a blessing to my kids as she is to me.