I wanted to do something special for my 50th blog post but I couldn’t think of what would be worthy. Then it came to me. The reason I’m here, literally and nerdally (I think I just coined a new word?) is because of my Mom. She’s the coolest, most awesome Mom ever. She’s my best friend and confidant. She has guided me through everything. She more than deserves to have a milestone post written about her.
A while back I asked my Mother via text message to give me a nerdy topic to write about. Here’s how the text convo went:
HNG: “Give me a nerdy topic”
HNG: “Something else”
HNG: “That’s not nerdy lol”
Mom: “I am”
She then proceeded to go to the Apple Store.
I don’t think she quite understood the question but it did get me thinking. I am the nerd I am today because of my Mother.
Since she introduced me to the original Star Trek as a newborn, I can’t deny that it’s true.
This is the woman who will brave screaming tweens with me to attend a Twilight event even though she’s never had time to read the books (she likes the movies). She drove for an hour so that I could meet John de Lancie in High School. She took me to Vegas for the first time and bought me my first Starfleet uniform back when Star Trek: the Experience was brand new and still carried quality uniforms. She will always go to opening night of any nerdy movie with me. She let me paint my room dark blue and then didn’t flinch when I put up enough glow-in-the-dark stars and posters to cover up the new paint job. She’s a real trooper (though not of the starship variety).
She is roughly the size of an Ewok (5 feet, 85 lbs) but didn’t hesitate to jump kick my brother (ninja style!) when he talked back to her once as a teenager. She was one of only a few women in the Idaho Forest Service and could chop down trees and fight forest fires alongside the big burly men.
In the face of tragedy she shows a strength that any superhero would be in awe of. My Mother is not only my best friend, she’s my hero and, much as I love Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker, they could never top her in my eyes.
If you think you have a cooler Mom than me, chances are you’re wrong.
Meet her and then tell me otherwise.