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Mom ♥

In continuing my posts about my family and how wonderful they are my thoughts are wandering today to my Mom, which most days my thoughts are on my Mom.
There was a short phase in my life where My Mom was “the enemy” that phase could be known as “teenage”. However, my Mom is and has always been my Hero. She is the one who always humors me – no matter how outrageous my ideas become. She is the one who when I was about 3-5 years old when she no longer carried a diaper bag for me would help me carry a diaper bag for my cabbage patch kids, that had to go EVERYWHERE! She was the one who would help me wash off the fly poop when the cabbage patch kids spent too much time in the car and she was the one who gave me my “first born” Rita Annette- whom I cried when I met because I wasn’t sure I was a good enough Mom for her. She was the Mom who would hand craft Christmas presents, allow us to eat cookie dough raw, and dance in the kitchen while we cleaned.
She would help me create things she taught me how to be crafty, helped me pack when I threatened to run away, and showed me how to clean! We would take a car ride when we needed to get away; we would shop endlessly in ShopKo so she would be a “cool Mom”, and she taught me how to just go and do what’s best for me. She's the Mom who was always up for sleep overs, and having 13 giggling girls in her house! She is the Mom who says "okay let's do it" no matter how outrageous "it" is! She's full of adventure and love, and can sing karaoke like no one I've ever met! She's the kind of Mom that keeps me on my toes.
My Mom has always supported me in all of my decisions even if it meant me moving far away for school or for life. She taught me how to laugh and when to cry and she taught me most of all that if you’re not full of piss and vinegar than you’re not a Nielsen! She’s always there when I call, and she’s the only person I talk to on the phone every day of the week!
My Mom is such an amazing lady; I wish she lived in my back yard!
I love you Momma!
♥ abby

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