Lets talk about moms for a second. Not yours, though from what I hear your mother who by all accounts is a classy lady!

My Mom though?  Awesome.  All the time.  Even when we argue she’s still amazing.

I get my love of reading from my mother who always took me to the library when I was a kid.  She’d let me check out any number of books I wanted which back then usually included Where’s Waldo, dinosaur picture books, and books on mythology.  My Mom continues to be more than a little understanding when she sees me reading a new graphic novel or book even though I have more than most people would consider humanly possible!

This is one bookshelf.  ONE.  OF MANY.

That’s not true….that bookshelf is outdated.  I have 3! RPG/comics, Comics, and novels and non-fiction.

But enough about my awesome library…

How cool is my Mom?  Remember that game that came out back in the day that involved fighters beating each other to a bloody pulp?  I’m not talking about  Pug Pirates, though that game would be just adorable.  I’m talking about Mortal Kombat!

(Taken by Amy Tucker from www.everyjoe.com)

My Mom sat me down once as a kid to talk to me about violence in video games.  I don’t remember much about the conversation but it went something like this:

Mom: “You know not to hurt people and that video games are fake, right?”
Lil’ Me: “Yep!”
Mom: “That’s great.  I trust you.  Here’s this new game everyone is talking about and I got you the blood code for it because apparently it comes pre-censored.”

A B A C A B B: The motherfucking blood code for Mortal Kombat on the Sega Genesis.  I still remember it to this day!

The only time she ever showed concern over what I was playing was when I started playing Grand Theft Auto III around the same time I started driving.  If I started running over pedestrians or failed to stop for red lights she’d take away my car keys. C’mon!  Everyone knows that Liberty City is in Soviet Nazistan and the pedestrians and prostitutes are baby sacrificing zombies from hell!
(Mom’s to smart for that lie, but yours might not be! See if that line will work kids!)

Now I know what you’re thinking: Pepperoni is pretty greasy, get some nice pineapple on your pizza instead.  As for the rest of you you’re thinking “You keep saying your Mom is great but that’s cause she does all these things for you!  What does she do for the rest of the community?”

My Mom is a Special Education teacher for IPS and is working with kindergarten at the moment.  In the past she’s had to work with emotionally handicapped students which can be really challenging, since a list of injuries for her have included: Broken thumb, numerous threats, and globs of spit.  It wasn’t a job for the faint of heart but she did it for 15 years!  That’s 15 years of dealing with stressful situations from day to day.

She’s also been an air traffic controller, a police dispatcher, and raised the 3 of us without batting an eye.

When she wasn’t helping out other people’s kids she helps take care of her grandson and my mighty nephew Jack!  Jack is over a year old now and is quite the handful!  He’s  a running, screaming, milk bottle throwing machine of cuteness!

  If there needed to be Jack vs. Evil Robot Baby, Jack wins 10x over.

My Mom somehow manages to juggle working at school all day and taking care of my nephew at night whenever my sister and brother in law are busy fighting evil as Lawyerman and Attorneywoman!  While they’re putting the bad guys away in jail she takes care of him (with the occasional guest appearance from me!)

Side note: Giant Robot Babies.  Do they grow up to be Giant Robot Giants?  THIS IS WHY WE’RE LOSING THE WAR ON GIANT ROBOTS, PEOPLE! President Obama, when will we prioritize funding towards building superdroids instead of stealth bombers?  Call me, I have some ideas.

To a special little lady out there who has helped make me who I am: You’re great and I love you.  Thank you for everything and for being the coolest person I know.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!