If I Am Half the Woman She Is, I Would Be a Woman Indeed!

Yesterday was my Mom's birthday. Now, my Mom, for lack of better words, is nature's

finest. And before you accuse me of being biased, I am happy to inform you that I have

conducted absolutely no objective research. My judgment is therefore questionable, but

my conclusions are final…and true!

My Mom is a fierce lover and a fervent servant. She is an empath, a woman of faith, a

professional organizer, a homeschooling Mom, a lover of books, and a woman with

enough love in her heart to make you wonder whether she has a secret extra heart

tucked away somewhere. She makes it all look so easy.

Unfortunately, we live oceans apart. Sometimes, I would like to teleport to her house,

give her a hug, eat something delicious, make away with some cute nail polish shades

and return home. Is that too much to ask?

I wrote her a long birthday email. I mean the kind email that requires a comfortable chair

and perhaps a cup of tea (coffee, in her case). My mother needed to be celebrated, and

I was determined to do my part. She already knows she's amazing, of course. But I

wanted to remind her. And I wanted you to know, too!

My Mom has set the bar rather high. She's kind, resilient, intelligent, hardworking, and

deeply committed to Christ. She loves people, loves to serve, and has a heart for

missions. Meanwhile, I'm over here trying to figure out how she manages to be all these

things and still has time to read, write, homeschool, and organize professionally. I suspect there is a manual somewhere. I would very much like a copy, Mom!

Here's my little confession: if I am half the woman my Mom is, I would be a woman

indeed! I say this with all sincerity and a healthy appreciation of the fact that I still have

some growing to do. Quite a bit, actually. But if I can carry even a fraction of her

kindness, faith, strength, and love into the world, I think I'll be doing just fine.

So, here's to my beautiful Mom! The woman who loves fiercely, serves faithfully, and

somehow manages to make being wonderful look as easy as wearing a pair of Crocs.

Happy birthday, Mom! May God bless you with beautiful surprises, abundant laughter,

good health, and all the lovely things your heart desires.

I love you!

And if you ever wonder whether your daughter thinks you're amazing, the answer is yes.

In fact, I have written an entire email about it. And now, apparently, a blog post.

Someday, it might even be a book!