While Mom's Out Driving...

Dear Mom,

I know you're eventually going to want to check your blog, and through past experiences you might have realized that I'm not the best when it comes to saying how I feel. But you know what, for you right now I'm going to try, and while trying I'll also do my best to avoid sounding cheesy...no promises though.

I tease you-a lot. I give you attitude-a lot. I mumble and grumble about half the stuff you make me do-a lot. But mom, I also love you-a lot.

I know that I've given you a lot of grief over getting a job, and the idea of you making money seemed like it would be the perfect fix for whatever financial fix we're in. But sitting here, I'm thinking about the things I'd be miss out on if you were hardly home. A homecooked, made from a recipe meal for starters. Could you imagine me trying to cook every night? I already feel bad for my future husband who will undoubtedly either be having 1) a lot of Ramon Noodles or 2) a LOT of overcooked/undercooked/burnt meals. Not only would our whole family be missing out on the yummy food (I know you're thinking 'sure because you eat my food ALL the time', but really it's just me being stubborn) but I know that if you weren't around waking my butt up at 11 or noon every day I'd probably end up laying there in bed, eating, sleeping, and eventually getting fat.

You also, though sometimes I really wish you wouldn't, drag me to church. I don't think you realize how grateful I am, and yes I am to blame for not letting you know, that you have raised us with the gospel. Being able to fall back on the teachings and lessons, and things that I have been taught and that I know are true have actually come as a great relief to me during some of my dark days.

I've always known where Courtney gets her peacemaking skills from. Our house would probably be a living hell hole, with us all laying in a puddle of blood because we killed each other (nice image huh) if you weren't there to straighten out the petty arguments over the computer, a new toy, or the remote. Not only that but you discipline us when we need it. (I never need it of course ;) I haven't been afraid of dad when he gets mad or yells or whatever for a long long time, but you...when you get all fired up and mad, it's really very terrifying. I swear you Morrison women....

I realize that in our entire family, extended and otherwise, I am sort of viewed as Public Enemy No. 1. I'm the rebellious teen who can't seem to get a hold of her life, makes bad choices, and everyone feels sorry for her parents because they know how hard they try. Of course people in our family are way too subtle to go outright and say it, but I notice how everybody takes to all the other kids, and then you know "there's 'ol Gabby, remember when she used to be a sweetie..." Ok I kid, I was never really a sweetie, and I'm probably overexaggerating, but Ma I do love your side of the family even though I pretend that I have absolutely NO Morrison blood in me. Sure Jess and Mona are the 'mean aunts' in my book :D, and I hardly get to see Vic, but oh well when I do see her it's always fun, and i still love all of my aunts and uncles nonetheless.

So Mom, you're probably almost home...hopefully, and to wrap this up I'd like to let you know that I love you very much. I already know that I don't tell you nearly as much as I should, but I want you to remember that even when it may seem like I don't, that's really when I love you the most, I'm just too hardheaded to admit it. And I saw your expression fall after you got done reading the conversation that went on between me and Trent's mom, but you need to realize that YOU'RE the best mom out there, and that I am SO grateful that you're my mother. I wouldn't replace you for anyone. Just always remember that in this family you're worth a lot. Definitely a TON more than everyone gives you credit for. Don't ever forget how much Heavenly Father loves you, and how much your family loves and needs you. You could never be replaced.

I love you Mommy!
Love,
Gabby