my mom is amazing.
she's my guardian, my balm, my sounding board, my center, my inspiration, my conscience, my savior, my best friend.
it makes me sad that i would (and do) take advantage of her and that i'll never be able to repay her for everything she gives and does for me. and that i seem to be having my teenage rebellion phase in my twenties.
i miss my mom. which is bizarre given she and i argue about something or the other (healthy arguments, mostly) within fifteen minutes of meeting. but really, when i grow up and have children i want to be to them what my mom is to me. i don't think that happens very often and i wonder why i'm so lucky to have that relationship.
so on this, the day after father's day, i am thankful for my mother.
(i guess my dad will have to wait for mother's day for his sappy post)