How many moms out there take their sons to Jonny Lang, Bela Fleck, and OAR (before they sucked) concerts, have attended 2 IU soccer national title games, can talk about the strengths and weaknesses of every player on IU bball’s roster, are just as if not more excited than their sons for the Cardinals World Series victory, and still manage to be the best school bus driver in Montgomery County?
The answer: just one, my mom.
I have to be honest, several of my best dishes were stolen from my mom, such as the lamb and beef meatballs and the best tzatziki I have ever tasted. I credit my mom with developing my music taste, there’s nothing like a road trip in a Saab with Nirvana Unplugged, Bob Marley’s Greatest Hits, and No Doubt blasting. Both my parents still love Disney World and are usually counting down the days until their next trip to that magical world, hence why I can still show some unbridled joy usually reserved for children, haha. I love kids, my mom ran a daycare for years and has since become a school bus driver so that she can still have her kids and play a part in their development, she still receives Christmas gifts, hugs, and hand drawn pictures from her little riders.
Happy Birthday Mom, thanks for teaching me the importance of reading, we used to spend summer days at the library and read all day in the cool air conditioning. Thank you for taking on my interests as your own and constantly learning new perspectives, whether it be poverty frameworks, Civil Rights battles, or how the New Deal came to be. Thank you for always supporting me whether it be choosing social work as a major, swimming and practices at 6 in the morning, riding in the Little 500, or working in a restaurant with a totally unrelated degree. Thank you for providing great and healthy meals and trying new flavors and ethnic foods. Thanks for showing me how to accept people of all races, sexual orientation, and religions. Thank you for developing me into the man I am today.
I love you.