This post is a joint effort by the two Garrison Sisters Dear :) to show appreciation for our wonderful Mother Dear, whom we love very much! Happy Mother's Day, Mother Dear!
A few reasons we especially love Mother Dear (not meant to be an all-encompassing list):
She birthed us.
She loves us and Brother Dear and Father Dear.
She loves God, and taught us about God.
She stayed home with us when we were little.
She homeschooled us.
She read to us a lot growing up.
She taught us to love math and to love learning.
She'd rather give than receive.
She's just as content (or more so) with a gift of flowers or a hug than with a diamond necklace.
She likes to spend time with us.
She taught us (and modeled) modesty and manners.
She is a really patient shopping companion (and a good advisor), especially when it comes to fabric quests.
She taught us French (Hannah's idea, of course).
She gets really excited about important things (like math) and littler things (like a solar eclipse or jellyfish at the Chattanooga Aquarium)
She's a good cook, and taught us to cook also.
She made sure we knew all sorts of other homemaking skills.
She's a really good listener (seriously!). She's especially good for sharing frustrations about college classes.
She endured many battles of WWIII over the years, as fought by the Garrison Sisters Dear, who have always been both best friends and worst enemies (we're trying to major on the former role now).
Of course a dedicatory post co-authored by Hannah would not be complete without one of her *ahem* inspiring poems:
An Ode to Mother Dear
Our Mother, dear Mother,
With hair of curly delight,
You are a shepherdess of the white sheep of the fields.
Your tender heart soars on the wind before your lambs, your children.
Their hearts follow yours, red and beating,
As they are bleating.
The grass green parts before you.
Your feet walk always with Reebok shoes as black as milk.
At night your lullaby reaches the ears of your lambs and comforts them.
Your song is a song of wonders of numbers, and the travels of x over the sine curve.
Into the void, you call out,
"Where is x? What is x?" and your children answer you.
Asymptotes, functions, and circles adorn your mind.
They float about you in the breeze through your fingers and hands.
At the end of the day, the sweet grass is there.
We love you, Mother Dear! :)