When I went away to college, it really hit me how much my Mom did (and still does) for me. I realized the weight of responsibility, how I struggled to feed myself a decent dinner and keep my apartment clean. Some days that seemed beyond my reach, but my Mom made it look easy. Every day from elementary school until high school, she woke up early to pack our lunches – complete with festive napkins. From there, she’d go to work. Work a full day, wrangling four year olds and teaching them the fundamentals to help them grow into little humans. From there, she’d pick us all up from school, drop us off wherever we needed to be, had dinner on the table by six, and managed to keep the house spotless. Long story short: I don’t know how she does it.

She’s been my rock this last year, her advice carried me through a rough few months and some difficult decisions. Regardless of what’s going on with her, she’ll drop anything to talk to me, give me the gentle guidance that gets me through some days, and the wisdom that’s made me the person I am today.

We’re kinda low key in the Mullen household, we went to the 9:30 service this morning, and then spent the afternoon by the pool. My mom fusses whenever anybody tries to do things for her (read: give gifts), but I think we got her pretty good this time. We cooked, cleaned her car, and spent the night watching assorted crime dramas. It really doesn’t get much better than that.

She’ll never read this, but I’m grateful everyday for her. She’s the glue that holds my family together and we’d all be lost without her. Love you Momma, Happy Mother’s Day.