loving... this is for you mom.

Senior year of college Mothers Day.

I feel incredibly lucky a lot of my days and I think I saw that a lot especially as I blog but last night as I fell asleep the Lord just reminded me how incredibly loved I am and how lucky did I feel? 

 I'm not the best daughter to my parents, they love me so so much and I am sometimes too busy to call or thank them for ALL they do for me... and they do so much for me way more than many parents of daughters my age would do. 

Let me give you a little visual of Kay Hackett...1. she is a socialite 2. She knows everyone 3. She reads everything 4. She talk to anyone or anything, but she is the type of woman you meet and just want to talk to her forever, she is kind, sweet, sincere and INSANELY smart.  I think sometimes people can judge her because of her sweetness and not see how intelligent she is, but she is...  but the thing I love most about my mother is that she never judges. 

"Katie, this is what the Kardashians do in photos."

 I called her yesterday and we weren't talking about much but I told her how sometimes I'm just too tired to wash my face before bed, most people would be disgusted by me including myself, haha... but my sweet 5'5 Mama just said "When you want to be in bed, you have to be in bed."  That seems just like such a funny little phrase that can be passed by in conversation but I feel like phrases like that emulate my mother.  I know that sometimes she worries about me and my ministry that I don't have enough that I can't always do the things I want to because of money but she supports me and loves me in it.  She knows that my job is sharing Jesus with high school kids and even though that isn't something she is passionate about she cries with me when I cry over girls that are hurting. She laughs with me over stories of things kids have done and she is overjoyed to tell people about what I do (I am so thankful for that... more than she knows I think.)  I feel like my job is the most important thing in the world but the world may not, but my Mom loves that I love it. 

That is the woman I want to be like, she has so much compassion, so much love, and so much joy, and every ounce of her love is without judgement.  So Mom thank you for loving me when I'm not easy to love, thank you for supporting me always, thanks for the clothes, the times you said "you need to stay home today" when I was in high school, for laughter, for kind words, for knowing my heart even when I don't show it, for my car, for knowing I hate mushrooms, for buying pineapple salsa every time I come home, for listening, for crying, for talking, for always taking care of for telling me to take naps, for being a woman that is careful.

I love you Mom.