Patricia Sue Wallace Pickens: a selfless servant of Christ, her family, and countless others.
This is who she is.
I couldn't ask for a better mother.

She has taught me what it means to serve.
She has taught me what it means to listen.
She has taught me what it means to persevere.
She has taught me what it means to follow Christ.
There are far too many memories to list. She has done so much. She continues to do so much. But since I can't be at home today to spend the day with her, I wanted to write something for the mother I owe so much to yet can never repay.
Dear Madre,
Thank you for:
Washing the dishes for me when I was too tired or just plain lazy.
Cleaning my room (or "pig-sty") even though I should have cleaned it myself.
Doing my hair when I was too lazy to learn how to do it myself.
Changing the sheets when I wet the bed. (no, this was not recent)
Vacuuming/cleaning up my vomit off the floor when I woke up sick. (remember that one time I threw-up every other night for 2 weeks?)
Waking up with me in the night when I couldn't sleep.
Bringing me breakfast or lunch or dinner in bed when I was sick even if I could have gotten up and made it myself.
Giving me back rubs and "tucking me in."
Braiding my hair when I was sick and hadn't showered in a week.
Spanking me when I deserved it.
Showing mercy when I should have been spanked.
Making my bed more perfectly than is humanly possible.
Staying up late helping me pack the night before I move back to school because I procrastinated until the last moment even though you told me for weeks that I couldn't wait until the last minute.
Listening to my whining and complaining and counselling me through life.
Giving me "medicine" aka tickling me to make me laugh instead of cry which always somehow worked even though I would always deny it because I
hate being tickled.
Sending me that surprise care-package that included home-made banana muffins.
Spending hours and hours sewing or knitting Christmas gifts.
Cooking dinner for the entire family day after day.
"Forcing" me to clean the bathroom because she wanted me to learn how even though I never cleaned it as well as she would have liked.
Giving birth to me and my six amazing siblings.
Faithfully taking care of each of the five of your seven children as we went through the wisdom-teeth extraction process. (My face loved those ice-pack contraptions you made.)
Teaching six of your seven children to drive even though you never let us forget that you "didn't sign up for this part of parenting!"
Homeschooling all seven of your children.
Baking homemade bread for years on end. (I used to think store-bought was a special treat...oh for those days...)
Supporting my crazy decision to move across the country for school.
Listening to me cry.
Listening to me cry.
And....Listening to me cry.
This list could go on for a long, long, LONG time, but I think my point is clear:
I could never ask for a different mother because I have the best one!
I am so blessed to have such a woman in my life.
I love you Mom.
Happy Mother's Day!
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