Not many people are inducted into the Hall of Fame on the very first day they become a rock star, but my mom was.
Let me back up a bit...
On the day Kaylee was born, at some point after I got my friggin' awesome epidural (Dr. K - I still love you!), I remember telling my mom she was a rock star for getting me into this world without any pain medication.
Seriously. She is.
I also told her I needed to call all the women in my family who birthed children without pain meds (some of them multiple children) - because they were all rock stars.
It was my birthday today. I got the lunch and dinner out at 2 restaurants of my choosing. I got the cake, the cannoli, the cheesecake, the presents and all the attention, but really, we should have had a party for my mom.
All I did that day was pop out and then poop and pee all over everything while I screamed my head off. Seriously - why should that deserve a party? She did all the hard work.
You're my rock star, Mom. I love you. Much more than chocolate, even. Of course. ;)
Your Sera B.
This post is a part of Tuesday's Tribute over at 7 Clown Circus.