totallyjeneric

A girlfriend once told me that her feet were her favorite body part.  You can eat all the ice cream, pizza, and candy in the world… your skinny jeans will stop fitting.  But feet?  They’re faithful and true. They stay the same. They’re fun and like to dress up… what could be better?

I totally understand what she meant.  And I grew up liking my feet a lot, too… but for an entirely different reason.  Look for yourself, my feet aren’t exactly model feet… the toes are long & bony, the second one taller than the first. The fourth bend inward like little shrimp. But to me, they are the most perfect imperfect feet, because they are just like my mother’s!

My mom’s fourth toes are crooked and so are my brother’s. It’s just one of the million ways she has shaped us.  Sometimes as I fold laundry, indulge in dessert, sing quietly at church or try to love my husband, I find other little traces of her in me and realize how much she’s molded my very being.  And for that I am blessed, cause I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful and compassionate role model.  Now I ain’t sayin that she’s a saint, cause she’s not… nor am I… and we both know it!  But there is a humility, sincerity and gentle strength in her that I truly admire and try to emulate.  Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am my mother, after all.  Oh goodie!

Why all this talk about my mom? Today’s her birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!  Like you said, 50 is the new 30 (note to blog readers, it’s just a saying.. she’s not actually 50), so live it up and let’s celebrate!!!  I love you lots and am sooo thankful to be your daughter. Blessings & prayers always, especially today.