Thought You Should Know

I recently watched a comedy special, which spoke to me on far too many levels. One of the bits was about the simplicity of country music, which is literally basic story-telling about daily tasks (a la "I turned the radio up"). And yet, that is exactly why I love it most. So as I replayed the Morgan Wallen album during school dropoff this morning, I listened to one of my favorites songs off of the album, I Though You Should Know, I focused on the words and teared up thinking of my own mama, and how thankful, greatful, blessed (this is real southern woman moment) I am for her.

Not to toot my own horn (yet here I go), I have made something of myself. I work really tirelessly to shut down the haters in my head, dig my feet in the ground to build my life and career, and suceed in a way that I never thought either possible, or probable.

And yet, none of this, none of my life, would be possible with my mom, who herself worked tirelessly to nurture us (my brother and I), spoil us, and push us to work harder and achieve more than we thought we could. Since I can remember, she has always praised us and reminded us that she will be nothing but proud for all our accomplishments, whatever they might be, even if and ESPECIALLY if, we suceed more than her. And if we don't want those big dreams to achieve beyond measure, that's ok too. My mom told me the other day

"You are an amazing Mom, Wife, Daughter, Sister, and person, and you do not need to achieve one thing in this life to be that".

And as wept reading the words and weep as I re-read them, there is nothing more true. Whether you are in a season of striving or resting (because you need to chill the f' out), do that. And be thankful for the people and memories that got you here, I am more thankful for my Mom now more than ever. I am thankful for the sacrifices she made, the encouragement she provided, the advice she imparted, and the love that she showed for her kids and grand-BB.

And if you want to see the basic basic story lyrics that made me weep in my SUV:

What's goin' on, mama? Something just dawned on me I ain't been home in some months Yeah, I know you've been worrying 'bout me You've been losin' sleep since ’93 (Read '92') That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me Must've finally made their way on through Oh, by the way, mama, didn't mean to ramble on ya How's everything back at home? Yeah, how's that garden comin'? Is dad still doing dumb shit? And how'd he keep you this long? Yeah, I'm sorry that I called you so late I just miss you, but anyways