My mom puts up with a lot.

Maybe it's the mother in me, and the jargon that comes with, but she is, in my mind, the epitomy of a super trooper.

But not the Super Trooper movie kind of Super Trooper. No, more the ABBA kind of Super Trouper. But not in a way that has anything to do with the lyrics of the song ('cause those don't actually make any sense to me), but more in the inspiring, make-you-wanna-stomp-your-feet-and-shake-your-booty-with-glee-and-resolve kind of way...and now that just got a little weird.

Let me be more concise.

My mom is, without fail, always willing to come to her children's aid, no matter how much is asked of her, and even when what is asked is clearly too much (I totally just realized that is exactly where Tim gets that from...).

Growing up, her kids were her life. She stayed home for most of our school years to make sure we had ample opportunity to learn and grow, both spiritually and academically. She homeschooled us through elementary school and junior high, all while being the lead caretaker for a myriad of animals: five dogs, seven horses, three rodents, and countless fish. She made it her mission to foster our creativity and ingenuity so that no matter where life took us, we would thrive. 

But that took a lot out of her too. And now that I have a child of my own, I'm only just beginning to understand that. To slowly grasp the sacrifices she had to make (but in perspective, I have ONE child, she had FOUR).

My sister and I chose to attend university in Rocklin, about four hours from home. And when we needed her, my mom didn't hesitate to make that drive, even if it meant a down-and-back trip over a span of less than 24 hours. She always made it a priority to be there for the important moments, even the really tough ones. 

And to this day, she'll set aside her own priorities to help out when asked. And sometimes I just really wish she'd just say, "No." Because that's not her role anymore. She shouldn't have to come to my rescue when I can't find someone to help watch my daughter so I can take a bath...

But every time, without fail, as I said before, she steps in. She doesn't complain. She doesn't hesitate. She gives and gives and gives. 

Momma, I hope you know just how much I love you, and how much warmth and joy it brings me to know that I will always be able to call you, "Mommy," whether in the comfort of our homes or out in public. And I hope you know that it is okay to say, "No," when you really need to. And it's okay to ask for help from us too. We're big kids now, and we don't need to be strangers to the responsibilities of adulthood and caring for our own families. 

You've earned it, my dear, loved mother. For the wild, beautiful super trooper that you are and always will be.

-Chelsea xoxo