the toughest woman I know

We had a patient today whose mother was terrified of letting her son with acondroplasia sit or push push toys.  It was out of control. We had another patient whose family refused to encourage him to do the necessary rehab so he can get better. My attending came out of the second room and said the following: “Amy, your Mom was a toughass.“  After I nearly died laughing, I agreed with him.  My Mom is a rockstar. NO really she is.  In that moment he was implying that I never ran the show, my Mother always gently although forcibly made sure I did what I had do rehab wise. But she also let me be a kid.  He proceeded to talk about her for a little while. She was the standard this afternoon for good parenting.

And really if I am half the parent she is one day, I will be happy with myself. Not only did she raise me to be a self sufficient, miraculously tall and unusually driven (possibly to the point of insanity) dwarf/gimp, she raised two other remarkable young women. She cared for us, she disciplined us, she loved us,  she prayed for us. and she fought for us!

Mom rocks my world.

Happy 50th Birthday Mom!