Happy Mother's Day!

Well it's Sunday again - time for another blog post.  This Sunday I was planning on finally getting into a little bit of my life's story, but then I realized: it's Mother's Day.  So I figured I should have a post dedicated to my mommy.  With all she's done for me, I should definitely put a post out about her.  Why not today?


Let's see.  Memories of my mom.  Well, up until the second semester of eighth grade she home-schooled me.  She would buy workbooks, educational toys, books for fun, educational computer games . . . she really was a mastermind.  I didn't think about it then, but looking back now she really knew how to teach children.  Some of our favorite toys were education (like the LeapPad), we read all the time, we watched School House Rock, we played educational games like Boggle, and all this time I thought I was only doing one or two hours of school a day while I was working in my workbooks.  I remember waking up early and doing my schoolwork before public school started, then sitting at the window and watching kids walk to the school up the hill from our apartments.  Little did I know how much my mom was teaching me through my play.  That's the way it should be.  I am now a junior in an actual high school, where I am first in my class, 4.0 or above GPA, I'm in three college classes and I've already completed one.  I love learning (most of the time), because my mom taught me to learn for fun.  So thanks, Mom!  Thanks for my education, my grades, and my love of learning!


One attribute I really like about my mom is her honesty.  I never had to find out that she was lying to me and that Santa Claus wasn't real (I still know he is real.  Just kidding).  She and Dad never made us kids believe in Santa.  I always thought we were oddballs.  Other kids believed in Santa, but we didn't.  Other kids (my little brother called them "baby cows") drank cow's milk, but we didn't (allergies/sensitivities).  Other kids went to public school, but we didn't.  Other kids were allowed to say the words "stupid" and "fart" and "butt" but we weren't (just typing them feels wrong).  Other kids were allowed to spend hours watching TV or playing video games, but we weren't.  She really was, and still is, smart.  From all of this I learned how to take care of my body, respect others, respect the sacred  human body, manage my time wisely (still learning that), learn out of my own curiosity, etc.  I learned I could trust my parents.  She has always listened to God in what to do for me and my siblings.


Now, in my teenage years, I hear people talking about their parents all the time.  "My mom's so mean!"  "My mom's so stupid!"  "My mom's a hypocrite!"  "My mom will ground me for this report card!"  "I really don't want my mom going on that field trip!"  The sad thing is, many of these complaints I hear are true, or have a good reason for them.  I see other teens' moms who are annoying, who are too hard on their children, whose kids can't take them out in public without embarrassing themselves.  My mom isn't like that at all.  It's cool when my mom comes to substitute teach at our school.  I'm disappointed my mom can't go on our band trip to Florida.  I mean, I know my mom's not perfect.    But she's the most perfect mom I know.  She listens to me, even if what I'm saying is disagreeing with her (as long as I'm nice about it).  We don't always agree, but she's way easier to disagree with than other people I know.  And she still loves me anyway.  So basically, to sum it all up, my mom is freakin' awesome. And I don't use the word freakin' (something else my mom taught me), so that's saying something.  Anyway . . .there's a lot more I could say, but I'm gonna cut it off here.  This is Scotty, son of the most awesome woman in the world.


Love You Mom!