Mama Tried....

I am always one to brag about how my mother is the BEST mother in the world, which is true... and factual... trust me. In honor of Mother's Day, I've decided to share just one of the stories that proves she is, indeed, the best.

As you all know, my name is Quana. I love my name. What I don't love is never being able to find anything with my name on it. When I was younger I was always on the hunt through the stand of gift shop and gas station key chains just hoping one would have my name on it, which of course never happened. As I got older, I got wiser. I was never going to find anything in a gas station or gift shop with my name printed on it. So I lowered my expectations and just started hunting for things with the letter 'Q' on them. Coffee mugs, stationary, anything! Everything went right from 'P' to 'R' like us Q's didn't even matter. 

My senior year of high school I finally got what I spent so many years searching for. Mom gave me a hot pink and lime green rug with a lower case 'q' on it. I was in heaven! Finally, something that represented my awesome name! I couldn't wait to take it to college in the fall. Until that time I put it up in my room and admired it daily. I remember asking my mom on several occasions where on earth she found that rug and she would always just shrug it off like it was no big deal. Um...hello!!! It was a huge deal!! I chalked her behavior up to modesty, but little did I know she was hiding something from me. *gasp* ( cue mystery theme music)

That fall I moved into my dorm (Abel 4th Floor!! Whoop Whoop!!) and decorated my room in hot pink and lime green with my amazing rug proudly at the center of it all. Everything was perfect for, like, two whole days. 

A couple days into my college adventure one of my friends innocently asked "why do you have a rug with a 'b' on it?" Hahaha silly girl. I explained it was a 'q'... like for Quana.... it was just lower case... my mom got it for me.... it's a big deal to find the letter "Q" on stuff!!! As I'm about to ask this girl how she got accepted into UNL considering she knew so little about the alphabet, it hit me like a ton of bricks. As I cocked my head a little to the side I saw it to. It was a 'b'. 

Now people like to say I'm "dramatic" or "irrational" which precisely explains my behavior in those following moments.

I call my mother immediately, in tears, and asked her if the rug was really a 'b' and not a 'q'. That's when she admitted the truth. She saw the rug and thought it was so cute and would match all my stuff but they didn't have a "Q" so she ordered a 'b' instead and just told me it was a 'q'. That tricky little fox.... :)

My mother has done so much for me over the years. But when I think about what she will do to show her love to me, this is always the memory that comes to mind. The things a mother will do to make her child happy are truly endless. 

Thanks for 29 years of unconditional love Mom. And thank you for teaching me that life is all about perspective. Sometimes you just have to look at things from a different angle. 

Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there!