Here I am typing my second post of the day. It's a little past 10:30, my teeth have been brushed, my face has been washed, and I took out my eyes (a phrase my Mom always uses when she means 'I took out my contacts.') Speaking of my Mom, she is the reason I am actually staying awake to type this post. I was just on my way to my bedroom when a phrase popped into my head: There's no praise like a Mother's praise. It's just something that came to me, it's not famous or anything. Anyway, my Mom took my sister and I out to dinner tonight (I'm still full, by the way) and she met us at our apartment after she got done with work. A few minutes after I got home, my Mom says something along the lines of "Nice lamps, Ab!" I nonchalantly (dictionary.com, I actually spelled it right!) responded with "Thanks! Rachel and I are good decorators." Although my Mom's comment didn't mean much to me at the time, tonight while I was doing my nightly 'going to bed' routine, her comment sank in and it made me just feel so good! It's good to get praised every once in awhile, but when I know it comes from a genuine person like my Mom, it made me feel so good. And she wasn't even saying something like "Abby you still look great even though you've gained 14lbs over the summer" or "Your hair looks cute no matter how short I cut it" or "Good job making the Dean's List for the second time." No cliche self-esteem boosting praises at all, just "nice lamps." I have no idea why, but it just made me feel so loved. :)
The funny thing is, at dinner we were talking about my earlier post about how there's nothing I can do to make God love me more or less. My Mom said that that's true for parents too and I agree. Even picking out good lamps at Walmart makes my Mom proud. I think God would be proud of our lamps too :)
-Abby
p.s.- this post probably just made my Mom's day...or even week! :) Thanks Mom, I can rest easy tonight knowing that there's nothing I can do to make you love me more or less. I love you!
St. Augustine
13 years ago
2 comments:
You're right. Reading your post was the bright spot to my otherwise dull day.
Thanks,
I love you,
Mom
What a sweet post. I feel warm and fuzzy and goose-bumpy.
You're a treat, Abby.
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