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Diva? My Glamorous Mom.

I was listening to the news while working.  A special guest showed how to honor diva moms.  The gifts were extravagant and extremely pricey.  To be honest-not even appealing to me.  So I looked up the definition of Diva.

Diva Defined: haughty and spoiled woman.  Admired, glamorous and distinguished woman.
 
So spoiled, snotty, people pleasing and selfish?  

I do want to be "Glamorous" according to Websters though:  the attractive and exciting quality that makes certain people or things seem appealing or special.

So glamorous is up to the eyes of the beholder??

My Mother is glamorous to me.  She is extremely giving and loving.  People are drawn to her because she takes everyone at face value.  

The way that she loves her many grandchildren makes her appealing and special to her girls and her grandchildren.  

She is glamorous to me when she comes to football games and then turns around to make it to the gymnastic or concert with other grandchildren.

The way she adores her sons-in-law appeals to them.

In fact, I thought it was very special that she kept me when she could have aborted me or given me away.

To move to another state to start over with a baby is glamorous.

I think it is glamorous that she learned to sew, garden and ranch because she loved her family.  I can tell you that it didn't seem glamorous then!

I think she is glamorous when she stayed up all night long making Christmas presents so we had Christmas.

Watching her love her Mother-in-Law with compassion and respect in her older years even though she wasn't respected when she first joined the family with this little wild girl.

And I even think it is glamorous that she stays with her Cowboy through thick and thin.

She is glamorous when she collects Hereford Stories and family stories and spreads them all over her house to put together for her children.


She was glamorous when she adopted my precious brother at age 5 and showed him that he was lovable through time and commitment.  

She never gave up on us.  Never quit praying.

My Mom is glamorous and feisty and loving and kind.  

She laid down her life for mine and for my sisters.  She deserves way more then a high priced purse.  

She deserves my life long honor and my respect and my love.




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