Most of the time, we take what and who we have in our lives for granted.
We take the ones we care most about for granted because we feel entitled to them, like it was our birthright. They have always been a constant in our lives, so in our own minds we think this is something that will never change.
Most of the time, we don't stop and reflect on what a privilege it is to have these people in our lives, and how positively they affect us. How having them in our lives makes us want to become better versions of ourselves.
But we don't realize that often enough.
We don't stop and think that it's pretty fucking amazeballs that these people deal with our shit constantly. And usually we're too selfish to step back and realize the amazeball-ness.
I'm writing this because it's kind of a special day. It's the day a total badass became a part of this world. She constantly defies this aspect of human selfishness, because she's too busy caring for the other selfish people. She's the stuff superheroes are made of, always looking for justice and peace. And that's what makes her THE superhero: she doesn't wear a superhero's suit because she's so selfless, she doesn't want to take any credit for the miracles she works daily.
It's also kind of a miracle that I get to have that superhero in my life. She is so in tune with herself, her feelings and those of others that she sees and notices things that anyone else wouldn't. It's scary. She brings things to my attention that I would have never wanted to face. And in this gift of being able to read people so well, she bring to my attention that I'm oblivious. To a lot of things. For example, how much of a badass this superhero is for putting up with my ignorance and moronic tendencies for so long, yet still loving me.
I may not say it often, because I think it had always gone without saying, but she's one of the most important people in my life, and I love her. I now know this is the worst way to think, because who doesn't love being told how much someone matters to another?
People say this all of the time, but superheroes really do exist in our lives. It's cliché, but we all have one. We don't always see it, but they're there even when we don't.
This superhero of all superheroes is my mom. And it's her birthday, which marks 48 consecutive years of awesome.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.
