Mommabelle

or momma b or ma or mom as I often call her.

I love my mom. I'm thinking about her today, and perhaps, three hours southwest of here, she will be reading this post after I'm done writing it.

Here's some reasons why I love my mom - she's funny, intelligent, wants to make a positive difference in the world, is following her passions in life, loves to give me money and gifts, is emotionally supportive, we have lots in common, and she gets me. Did I mention she really makes me laugh?

I'm also proud of her, for taking care of herself, for going to school in her late 50's, for being willing to transform and heal herself. Whether she realizes and acknowledges it or not, she is a good role model. Thank you mom.

Does she drive me a little nutty too? Sure. Do I have those moments where I think - oh my god, I'm my mom? Yes. But who doesn't pick up their parents behavior, consciously or not? We are all doing the best that we can at any given moment in our lives.

That's all. Just wanted to praise her.