My mommy!

I don't really call her mommy. I don't remember calling her that ever. Maybe when I was super young and it was mami. I have to say, my mom is the most amazing person I know and I'm so grateful for her every single day. If you read my last post you know that she saved my butt on my anthropology test because she is a smarty pants. I'm not sure I know anyone smarter than her. That's not just child-parent worship. I'm realistic. I can see flaws. My dad for instance (another super smart person) has the biggest vocabulary of anyone I know and yet can't spell worth poo. I think it's cute. My mom is a terrible essay writer. We all have our weeknesses. Still, my mom seems to know everything there is to know about everything. If she doesn't know it, she can read it and understand it automatically. She's one of those people you have to envy. They just get brains.
But the point of this post wasn't actually to worship my ma. It was to be grateful for her. She's there when I need her to read my homework (even though I am a grown woman who hasn't lived in her house for years), she's there when I need a babysitter, she's there when I need someone to vent to. She's there whenever I need my mommy. And how she does it all I just will never know. She's one of the least selfish people I know. She hardly has time during the week to catch her breath and yet she takes time off work to watch my kids. She goes to school full time, babysits full time, works part time... Where does she find the time?! Honestly, I"m tired just writing about it. My mom is my hero. She is superwoman. I love her.