You don’t wear a cape.
There are no gold stars on the side of your car for every amazing thing you do.
But you are nothing less than heroes.
From the soup when I was sick, to the thoughtful notes you used to put in my brown bag lunches.
You made me eat my veggies, even though I didn’t want to.
You gave me those awesome tasting Flinstone Daily Chewable Vitamins… and that hideous tasting Robitussin.
You knew how to calmly and gently put me to sleep when I had nightmares; and you knew how to wake me up from sleep when I had school- at times not so calmly.
You were shocked when I got a tattoo- but eventually you told me you could see the art in it.
When everyone at school said my freckles looked like dirt you explained to me how they were actually kisses from angels.
And when I was in kindergarten you let me wear my purple Pepe Le pou Chucks with my pink rolled up sweatpants and my bedazzled LA Gear jean jacket because I thought I looked super cool.
And no matter how little sleep you got, or how stressed work made you, or if you got a sunburn from standing in the park too long because I was determined to reach the stars from a swingset- you have always been the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Here is to every mom out there that still has stains on her favorite shirt from cleaning up our dirt pies, finger-painting projects, teaching us how to cook, rolling around with us in the grass and simply loving us.
We love you too.
Happy Mother’s Day
Sara Lopez