Mother's Day

Everyone says they have the best mom. That makes them liars, because I, in fact, have the best mother. I even have proof:


Julie Ann Morgan gave birth to me on April 21, 1990. She then preceded to give birth to 3 other children (not quite as good as me, but 1 out of 4 is a good number...) every other year after. 


She then put up with me all those years. Me liking to talk and being loud didn't happen yesterday. I have had this big, fat mouth since I came out of the womb. I talked back, yelled, screamed, called names... I was pretty strong too and could chuck things across the room at an alarming speed and with great accuracy. 


In middle school, I decided to try every thing I could.. Basketball, choir, drama, ASB, band... And believe me, a child learning clarinet is not a pretty thing in any way, shape, or form.


As high school continued, between basketball games and track meets, driving me everywhere, then letting me finally drive her car everywhere, I had boyfriends and I snuck out and came home after curfew. I rarely told her I love you or thank you. I was far too busy to sit and chat or have coffee or even eat a meal at home.


As college came, I  moved out, and made sure she knew I was happy to do so. I drank and partied and did stupid, stupid things, while all she could do was pray and cry. 


Finally, when I got my act together, and decided she might be right about a few things, she openly and forgivingly, without judgment or bitterness, accepted me as her daughter again, and told me I had never stopped being "Bertney". 


Now, she is one of my very best friends. We talk every day, all day, about everything. We still fight, but more often we laugh, joke, play games, and just talk while she gives me great nuggets of truth I refused to learn before. She listens too, because we all know I can talk.


When I see the examples of other moms of today, it makes me even more grateful. She never hit me, abandoned me, called me names, chose drugs, alcohol, or a boyfriend over me. She made her marriage work so that I wouldn't have to be a victim of divorce. She constantly is working on her relationship with Christ so as to teach me what a woman of Christ looks like. 


Is she perfect? No. She will tell you that. But she is beyond great. I only hope that I can be half the wife, woman, and mother that she, Julie Ann Morgan, is.