Giving Thanks #22....My Mother

I am very grateful for my mother.  She is one of the sweetest nicest people I know!  I have to say, she is nearly a saint!  I could not imagine what she must have gone through, raising four of us Painter boys.  There is definitely nothing delicate or dainty in our house!  She has had to learn to hunt, ride 4-wheelers, watch all sports, at home and at school events.  (If she is lucky, she might even name a couple of the Jazz players.  Although, she would probably start with Stockton or Malone.)  She has carted me to doctors appointments, paced the floor the time or two that I came home late, supported me in whatever I have attempted.  Even today, I still have to call her and "check-in" to let her know I have made it to my destination safely, whether it is a work trip across the country, or a shopping trip across the state.  She makes the best potato salad!  One of my favorite traditions is she fixes us our favorite meal on the Sunday closest to our birthday.  After a bad day of work she is the first person I call, to help make me feel better.  And she has taught me the true art of going to get a coke!  She has always been there and is in fact my best friend.  So go ahead, say it, Clint is a momma's boy.  That's fine, you are just jealous.  Thanks for all you do Momma!