Happy 100th Post

This is my 100th post. (Those Hawaii posts really gave me a boost.) Blogging has really helped me in my efforts to becoming a better person. Starting my morning writing about how I want to be really keeps me in check. It is a lot easier for me to be patient, more positive, and more kind when I just wrote about it that morning. Those thoughts stay in my head all day. I am trying to be like my mom, and I may be a tad bit closer than I was before.

I will admit I am often a little nervous about sounding braggadocios or self righteous, please know it is not written in that manner. I am just trying to be a little better today than I was yesterday, and trying to become more like my mom whom I so admire. I know it seems I make it sound like she was perfect, but she wasn't;

She never walked on water, she could barely even swim,

But, she tried to love perfectly.

She didn't always wear the latest fashions,

But, she always wore a smile, and that never goes out of style.

She wasn't the most organized person,

But, she always had room in her schedule to help someone at a moments notice.

She often forgot where she put her glasses or her purse,

But, she always remembered everyone in her prayers.

She was usually running late, rarely showing up on time,

But, she took the time to stop doing whatever it was that she was doing to watch my "performances" in the living room when I was younger.

I'm sure she had her fair share of bad days and moments,

But, I never heard her complain about them.

She wasn't Martha Stewart,

But, she was a good cook and made us well-balanced meals (from scratch, I might add) to eat together as a family.

She didn't have a masters degree or work at a fancy job,

But, serving others requires no diploma and some of her "work" speaks for itself (I think so far we've all turned out half decent).

She wasn't known for her green thumb (or lack thereof),

But, I think she planted a lot of other good seeds.

She planted good seeds not just in my family, but I think with everyone she came across. My mom wasn't perfect, but she had a huge impact on my life. I knew she also touched a lot of other lives, but when we followed her casket into the packed chapel that was overflowing into the gym, and I watched the tears fall down the cheeks of those we passed, I knew my life wasn't the only life she affected. I have a sweet memory of driving past the policeman (a family friend) standing stoically with tears falling down his face while blocking the oncoming traffic as we pulled into the cemetary. It was a really touching reminder to me just how loved my mother was, and how much she loved others.

I write because she touched my life and I want to be like her, and I want my children to be like her. I blog because I think she lived a life worth sharing. So, that's what I'm going to do.