Krista D.

When I go to visit my friends, their moms are as nice as can be. But how great it is when my mom comes to pick me up, her big pretty smile tells me how happy she always is to see me.

When I play too hard and skin my knee, she is always there to comfort me. She cleans me up and bandages my knee. She dries my tears with a soft consoling word, a hug, and a big, big kiss.

When I don’t think and make a mistake, she gives me a look that tells me she understands and loves my anyway.

She works all day helping other people, and then comes home to clean house and pick up after me. Every night she cooks a great meal, and for desert we have cookies she baked with me.

Every night she gives me a bubble bath that tickles my nose. She washes my hair so it feels soft and pretty, and makes me smell just like her.

She reads me a story every night before bed, and tucks me in with a hug and a kiss that fills me with love and makes me feel safe and secure.

I wake in the morning to her big pretty smile, and a hug and a kiss that makes me smile.

Every morning she dresses me pretty and combs my hair. When she drops me off at school and waves me goodbye, all my friends smile and give her a wave. They all think she is great, and they know how lucky I am.

Every Sunday we go to church and mom teaches my Sunday school class.

There must be as many mothers in the world as there are stars in the sky. How blessed I am that God sent me the prettiest, shiniest star. How blessed I am that God gave me the greatest mom in the whole world.