This Sunday is Mother’s Day. And if I have to be honest, it is one of my least favorite holidays of the year, however it is also a day I feel the most blessed in my life. Weird? Maybe. You’ll learn to love it. But following are my reasons for this confusing statement I have placed before you on your internet device.
The above image is the reason in which I dislike Mother’s Day. The woman in the picture above’s name is Sharon Louise Hobbs aka my mom. In 1998 she passed away due to sickness. I was only three years old when she died. I have very minimal memories of her and I never really got to know her. What sucks the most isn’t that she’s gone (don’t get me wrong that sucks and I’m not down playing it by any means). The worst part is what I had to miss out on and will miss out on. I never got to go dress shopping with my mom for prom. I never got to sit with her while she comforted me over a boy I thought I loved. I wasn’t able to run into her arms after I won a game, or preformed on stage. I never got to fight with her because I know best, then find out that she actually knows best. I have very few pictures with her, did not have one with her from the day I graduated, nor will I have one with her on my wedding day. She has not and will not be able to give me motherly advice when I’m drowning in the sea of life. She won’t be there when I have my first kid, to tell me that it is alright and it will get easier. She also won’t be there to teach me how the hell I’m supposed to raise a kid. And worst of all, I don’t ever remember (Not that it didn’t happen, I was just young) what it feels like to hug her. That is the worst part. Not having a mom there for all the things that a mom is supposed to be there for. I don’t know what an of that is like, and I would give anything too know what it is like. Mother’s Day to me, is just a reminder of all I have missed and will miss in my future, because my mom isn’t here, and was taken to heaven so long ago.
Now that I have told my sob story, I want to tell you why Mother’s Day reminds me of how blessed I am. And their are a few people I need to introduce to do so.
The first person I would like to introduce to you is Tawana Kinsella. Tawana is one my best friend’s moms. I have a key to her house. The first thing I do when I walk into her home is go to her refrigerator, and pantry, and counter, and basically I eat her kitchen sink and all. She has never once turned me away when I wanted to come over. If I ever need a place to stay while my dad was out of town, I knew she would be okay with it. One time she even had to drive to my house and take me to the emergency room. A lot of people a scared of Tawana, but I don’t feel that way. She likes her house to be clean, and she wants you to be quiet when she is trying to go to sleep…. I don’t think that is too much to ask. And if you just help out on those simple things, she is funny, caring, friendly, and loving. She is truly an example of how to love your family no matter how annoying or mean or out of line they are. A beautiful example of the forgiveness we need to give to others. I love her so much and have maaannnyyyy memories with her. In my phone her name is Mommy.
This woman (the Texas Roadhouse Cowgirl) is the next woman to introduce to you. Her name is Jane Knight. Just this year I was lucky enough to meet her daughter (the thug on the right) and become absolutely inseparable. Through that, over my Christmas Break, I went and crashed at her house. Let me tell you a little about this woman. She is friendly, accepting, kind, and strong. As soon as I met her I loved her. She embraced me and that is a lot to do, just trust that one. And when I made camp at her place, she made sure I was comfortable, and made me feel loved. More than that though, she is an example of one of the strongest women I have ever known. She has had many ups and downs in relationships, experienced hard loss this year, and works at a place she doesn’t absolutely love. I never heard her complain about it. Not one time I have been around her, have I seen her cry, or rage, or break something, or complain. She has always shown a smile and always made me happier just being in her presence. This woman is amazing, shows grace and strength. Her name in my phone, Momma Knight.
The next person is this beautiful woman, who has mastered the art of a well taken selfie. This is Willie Lane. I met this woman through a really good friend in high school, (it’s her mom). From the beginning, this woman has opened her home to me, given me gifts, and helped me through some of the lowest times of my life. When I am in trouble she is one of the first people I call. When I have exciting news, she is one of the first people I call. I love this woman. She shows me what it means to love with all of your being. When I tell her something, a problem or a task, she always says well what are we going to do about it, or how are we going to handle this, or this is what we are going to do. She never tells me what I should do or how I should go about something. She includes herself, and WE go through it together. The perfect example of self sacrifice is shown through this woman in every way. In my phone, she is Momma Wills.
All please appreciate my friend Molly in terror.
The last woman I would like to introduce you too is this lady who is beautiful even riding a roller coaster. Her name is Tessa Gentry. Now this woman, I could go on for days about. When I say she is beautiful, obviously she is outwardly, but she has the most beautiful heart, mind, and spirit I have ever experienced in my life. She will put herself last to anything, anyone else needs. She opens her house and her arms to anyone who needs it. She is the most God loving, gracious, and motherly woman I believe to be on this Earth. She is an example every single day in my life. She has supported me, and let me rant, and cried with me while watching military homecoming videos on youtube. I love this woman, and I am so grateful for her to be in my life. Her name in my phone, Momma Tess.
All four of the women above are women I look up too. Whether they know it or not they have an amazing impact on my life and I learn from them every time I am around them. They teach me the lessons of how to be a mother, a friend, a sister, and how to live a life worthy. I hope to be half of the woman that all of these ladies are. And I pray that I show them the appreciation that I have for them, because they mean so much to me. They have blessed me in so many ways, and this blog is in no way shape or form showing half of the emotions and respect and love I have for them. I will forever be thankful for them and what they do for me in my life.
There is one more person I need to introduce you to and it’s a bit of a switch up…. because it’s a him…
The man above is my bestfriend, my partner in crime, my go to problem solver, but most importantly my dad. This ladies and gentlemen is Randy Hobbs. I have been lucky enough to be blessed with the best dad in the whole world. He has never let me down. He has always been there to help me when I needed it. He wasn’t the best all helping me with homework, but that never stopped him from figuring it out for me. He has always supported me in whatever crazy antic I decided to take on. He never doubts me, he always guides me. He never abandons me, hes always by my side. Life for him has been far from easy. He lost the love of his life. Then he was left with a little girl to raise all on his own, without any help. Never once did he complain. He loved me and gave all he had available to me. He had to play both the role of dad (which I imagine is hard) and the role of mom (which I imagine is even harder since he isn’t a woman). But he did it amazingly. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without him. He has dealt with everything from boys to woman problems. From first cars to prom dresses. And not once has he dropped the ball. Sure he isn’t perfect, but dammit no one is. I hope and pray the man I marry is 1/4 as strong as my dad, and at least half the man he is. Cause I would be a pretty lucky lady then. I am a lucky lady. Because I have the most amazing dad-mom in the whole wide world. I love you pappa. His name in my phone, Daddy.
These amazing people above are the reason I am reminded of how blessed I am on mothers day. Because though my mom is not here to help me out, these people fill in the hole in my heart where a mother should be. They will never replae my mom, but they love me like their own like a mom. They listen to me and care for me like a mom. They lead me with advice and by example like a mom. They go dress shopping with me. They will comfort me over a boy I thought I loved and make me tons of food to eat. They are there for me to run into their arms after I win a game, or preformed on stage. They will be there to tell me that I am wrong and I will ignore them and end up finding out they were right, they know best, and I was wrong.I have lots of pictures with them, some from graduation, and all will be with me on my wedding day for pictures. They have and will always be there to give me advice when I am drowning in the sea of life. They will be there to see my first child and to let me know its okay I will make it through motherhood without killing the alien. And they will be there to teach me everything I need to know about raising a kid. And best of all, they will always be there to hug me when I need it most. And I will remember it and all that it means to me. That is what reminds me of how blessed I am. Having all these moms, and my dad-mom there for all the things I was unfortunatly unable to have my mom her for. I will be loved and supported, I will be cared for and comforted. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.
So Mommy, Momma Knight, Momma Wills, Momma Tess, and Poppa. Thank you so much for all you do for me. And thank you so much for filling the space. I love you all more than you know.
Happy Mother’s Day.
