Mother Appreciation

I keep telling my family I need to write a book titled "Mother Knows Best."

When we are young, we are told all the time that someday we'll realize how wise are parents are, are we not? I've heard it. But I never agreed with it. Not because I didn't think my parents are wise, but because I always assumed I knew all there was to know about them already. I loved and admired them so much that I didn't think it was possible to admire them any more than I already did.

Yes, my parents were wise. I thought I was a very bright young person for having already discovered that. I was sure I was way ahead of my peers, and I was very thankful for that, because I was sure I had saved myself much misery by admitting their wisdom was above mine, and thus avoiding the pride of youth. (Oh how backwards this sounds! Am I the only one who sees the hypocrisy in this line of thought? I'd laugh if it weren't me I'd be laughing at. As it is, I feel more like blushing than laughing.)

It has come as a shock to me, that after all the thought and logic I put into making sure I recognized my parents' wisdom at a young age, I actually have been having "revelations" in my latter youth. I didn't really know all there is to know about my parents! (gasp)

I would apply this particularity to my mother. Why is it so easy for girls to think they know better than their mother? Is it because they're both female? Is is because....young girls are crazy? :):):):)

Lots of things have been happening lately that are good for my pride. I've discovered that not only does Mom know best in those high and lofty "wisdom" subjects, but also those little everyday things that girlish pride wants to be considered an expert in.

Little things ...like whether or not I'll get cold if I don't take a sweater out with my on a cool summer morning.

Little things ...like whether or not that cake will burn if I put it in for 5 more minutes.

Little things ...like how many minutes it will take me to drive somewhere - not speeding.

Little things ...like whether I'll regret spending money on that trivial item.

Little things ...like whether or not I'll be able to function well after staying up late every night for a week.

Little things.

Mothers are amazing, ya know?

Shhhh - don't tell Mom this, but I've actually been keeping track of all those little incidents that remind me I was right; my parents aren't just "wise," but they are smart!

I love you, Mom.