On this very special day, an amount of years ago I'm not allowed to mention, my mother came into this earth.
Since I live in a place where the postal service is figment of imagination, I decided a heartfelt blog post about how wonderful my mom is would somewhat suffice.
My entire life my mom has been my biggest fan and most passionate cheerleader. She has championed me in just about every endeavor I set out to achieve. From karate, to horseback riding, to an almost venture into the Peace Corps, and my eventual move to Haiti, my mother has never discouraged me, disheartened me to steered me away from what my heart was telling me to do.
A lot of people don't know that in her twenties, my mom was told by multiple doctors that she would never have children. This was earth-shattering to her because her lifelong dream was to become a mother. She spent several years believing God that He would do a miracle, and two months after she married my dad, He did just that.
Being a mother is my mom's greatest joy. Not only is she an outstanding parent to my brother and I, her heart is so big and love is so great, it overflows onto nearly every one she meets.
My mom taught me what it means to not only be a woman, but a lady of class. She's the reason I understand the marriage of strength and independence with grace and femininity. The wise words of, "A lady knows when to enter and exit a room. When to speak, and when to keep her opinion to herself," haunted me through my teens, but stayed with me as I entered adulthood.
My mom is the reason I value my role as a woman and see it as a marvelous gift.
When I was younger, mom would get frustrated with me when I wouldn't sit and have her teach me step-by-step, how to prepare meals. She would always tell me that one day I would leave the house and not know how to cook.
Little did she know, I was always watching, paying attention, and today, I organize and manage meal plans for nearly twenty people.
All of the things that used to aggravate me about my mom when I was growing up, the things she used to correct me for, remind me of, over and over, are the very same things that I am overwhelmingly grateful for today. The very same things that gave me the ability to pack my bags, as a single woman and move to the poorest country in the western hemisphere.
There are a million things I can say as to why my mom is an exceptional wife, mother, sister, woman and friend. So here's a few reasons to celebrate my beloved Mami.
Thank you Mami being unconventional far before going against the grain was cool. For feeding us Bran cereal instead of Lucky Charms, Juicy Juice instead of Kool-Aid, and organic fruit leather bars instead of Pop Tarts.
Thank you Mami for never making fuss about the style of clothes I wanted to wear. For the color I wanted to dye or way I wanted to cut my hair. For always somehow liking every piercing to tattoo I got and never insulting my decision.
Thank you for teaching me to be a leader rather than a follower. For showing me the importance of challenging authority, and how's it's always better to stand out than blend in.
Thank you for always being my biggest fan. Whether it was a scribbled drawing, or my college graduation, you've always championed me to succeed.
Thank you for reading me books, instead of putting me in front of the TV all day. Thank you for taking me to museums and libraries instead of amusement parks. For encouraging me to use my imagination, rather than giving me video games and computers. For taking me on walks and planting the love of nature inside of me.
Thank you Mami for raising me in fabric stores, antique stores, garage sales, thrift stores and Home Depot, for showing me the value of hard work. For teaching me to be content with very little and that a $2.00 dress can look just as good as a $200.00.
Thank you for always speaking the truth even if it wasn't what I wanted to hear. You were right about every place I shouldn't have gone, every friend I shouldn't have associated with and every boy I shouldn't have dated. Thank you for letting me make my own mistakes and decisions, but always guiding me in truth and being there to put the band-aid on the wound, if and when I acquired it from learning things the hard way.
Thank you for encouraging me to speak my mind and have an opinion. To never follow blindly and to always discover truth for yourself.
Thank you Mami for teaching me to let things go. To have a good cry, then dust myself off and get back on the horse. Thank you for teaching me to be strong and courageous.
Thank you for always being there for me. Always answering your phone and always knowing exactly what I need to hear to calm me, comfort me and give me the courage I need.
Thank you Mami for always believing in my dreams and teaching me that I can do anything I put my mind to. Thank you letting me discover my own talents, hobbies, goals and dreams for myself and encouraging me every step of the way.
Thank you for teaching me that beauty is only skin deep and that a woman of character with a beautiful heart's beauty, far out lasts any supermodel or pageant winner.
Thank you for birthing the love of dance inside of me and for teaching me that no matter what life brings, always dance.
Thank you Mami for showing me the meaning of real love. For always explaining that it's not a fairy tale or a Disney princess movie, but hard work, sacrifice and dedication. Thank you for championing me in my independence and encouraging to live my singleness to the fullest.
Thank you Mami for being a perfect representation of the Proverbs 31 woman. For raising Jared and I in the Word and being the most sincere and genuine example of what it means to devote your life for Christ and to love Him with all of your heart.
Thank you Mami for being a sensational mother, person and friend.
Happiness birthday! I love you so very much.