I’ve only mentioned it on Twitter and never on here, but my mom discovered my blog.

I thought I was being so sly, covering up my tracks and being little miss anonymous. But not so much. When I went home for Easter, we sat out on the back porch sipping wine and giggling over our pups when she told me she had to tell me something. I would have never guessed that the next words that came out of her mouth would be “I know about your blog”.

I burst into tears (yeah, dramatic) and asked her if she was mad. Yes, I asked her if she was mad at me. I thought she’d be upset with me for keeping my blog – my proverbial “baby” – a secret for almost a year and a half. She told me she wasn’t, and that she was proud of me, and we moved on.

I thought having somebody so close to me know about this little internet nook would be detrimental to it’s success. It hasn’t been. Nothing’s changed, really, except that every night I ask the universe to spare me from people I know finding out about the blog before I’m ready.

I digress. The real reason I’m writing this post is to share with you a few things that my mother taught me in life, in light of mothers day. She’ll read this, probably, and I hope she does. ‘Cause she’s my hero.

When I was young, my parents divorced. This left my mother with two young children, in a small town with limited financial resources. My mom commuted for three hours to get to her job every day, struggling to make ends meet with a mortgage, her kids (one of them being a growing boy who ate more than one can imagine), and not enough time on her hands.

She was super mom to the extreme. My mom was my team’s soccer coach, and a girl scout leader. She was our personal chauffer, bringing us to (at any given time, and usually all in the same week): figure skating, soccer (both of us, different teams), boy scouts (him), girl scouts (me), dance class (2 separate types, 2 separate nights – me), karate (him), swimming lessons (both of us, different classes), art lessons (him),  skiing and snowboarding (both), basketball (both of us, different times), track n’ field, and obviously play dates, school functions, craft fairs, bake sales, field trips, birthday parties, volunteer work, school plays, and the like.

All while working full-time. With a three hour commute.

This is the same woman who – with all of this, doing it by herself – managed to go to the gym almost every day and never missed a soccer game, a dance recital, or a karate tournament; always had a healthy dinner on the table for us and kept a clean, comfortable home.

She managed to raise two pretty awesome kids (if I do say so myself ) and taught me a lot of important life lessons.

• Work Hard

My mom obviously had a really good work ethic and passed that down to both my brother and me. She led by example, never complaining that she didn’t have enough time to do something that she valued. She always told us to work hard and go to school so we could have a good life when we were grown up.

• Be Independent

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