Bless her heart

This is about my mom, and it may be wrong to bust on your own mother on the internet where anyone in the world can read it... but I have to.

Growing up my mom never said "no" to me, believed everything I told her, and never really disciplined me for anything (except that one time in the car when I sassed her one too many times and she back-handed me in the mouth). She is probably the most naive, most trusting and most dependent person on Earth. My mom could have caught me killing someone red-handed and all I would have had to say was "I didn't do it" and she would have accepted that and went on to make dinner, fold clothes and clean house.

We moved around a lot and mom would always take the first job that was offered to her and had such loyalty to it that she would not, and will not never ever quit. She drives a school bus, has for years. You could offer her a million-dollar-a-year job to breathe all day and she would cry because someone talked her out of driving the bus. And since I have moved away I have learned that she cares for herself and what she sees every day. Everything and everyone else is an after-thought (way after the fact)

My parents divorced shortly after I married. I now have two wonderful daughters and still live far away from her. I have a brother who is married and has kids, a sister that is a starving artist and another that has a kid. They all live close to mom. Mom does whatever she can to help, babysit, makes all the birthday celebrations, Christmas, etc. My daughters don't even get a birthday card.

We pull up at the house today and there is a package from mom to the kids. Wrapped presents? No. A box of random clothes, for the girls with the price tags attached. I laughed as the girls sorted through the clothes rto find something that fit AND could be worn in public.

Bless her heart... if you have eggnog around, prepare a toast. Mom has sent presents.