A Christmas Tribute to the Wonderful Cindy Williamson. |

Merry Christmas! As a part of my lovely mama’s Christmas present, I’m gifting her a blog post dedicated solely to the things I love about her. For those of you who don’t know my mom, she’s a coffee-lovin’ marathon runner who brings a lot of light and joy to any conversation. Mama has always been my greatest cheerleader, but what’s rare and wonderful is that I know plenty of people outside of the Williamson clan who would say she holds that position in their lives as well. She’s just one of a kind—a true friend. So, without further ado, here are a few of my favorite things about my mom.

She’s spunky but kind. A hard balance to achieve—but, I tell ya, she’s got it down to a science.
In my mind, the following picture is how I’ll always think of my mom—hanging out in our back yard in San Antonio and corralling our lab, Wes…as well as the Williamson girls who were likely running around in the background.
She always dressed uniquely and fashionably. She didn’t look like all the other moms and that didn’t bother her a bit. Mom was a confident beauty who stepped to the beat of her own drummer.
Once when I was in elementary school, a girl told me that my mom was weird. I was obviously deeply offended, so I marched straight home and tattled the story to the victim herself (Sorry for not sparing your feelings in the slightest, mom). My mom just laughed, shrugged, and said, “I am weird. Better to be weird than boring.” It was such a small thing, but I remember the freedom that those words gave me to always be myself.
My mom is an A+ listener. She’s somehow completely interested in every tiny, silly detail of my life. Bless that woman’s heart.
I’ll always think of my mom as smelling of Calvin Klein One (a scent she sadly no longer wears).
She can make friends with anyone. I remember a time way back in the day when my mom and I were shopping at HEB. I wandered around the grocery store (most likely lingering in the donut section) while my mom shopped. When I finally parted ways with the baked pastries, I found my mom chatting with a lady who appeared to be crying. They talked for a few minutes and then my mom walked to the check out line. I asked her who she was talking to, and she said, “I don’t know, but she looked sad so I asked if she was ok. She got a little upset, but I think she just needed to talk for a minute. She’ll be ok.” Twenty years later, I remember that experience, but I highly doubt that my mom does. Why? Well, because it’s not unusual for her to befriend someone quickly and love them where they’re at. It’s just who she is.
My mom and I share the (very unfortunate) trait of crying when we find something truly funny.
Mama was all of my friends’ favorite chaperone. At times I found this to be annoying, because it meant my mom was on every school field trip and at every swim meet, but looking back, I think it’s pretty cool that she was a) willing to be involved in my less than glamorous day-to-day life; and b) so loved and trusted by my group of pals.
She loves genuinely and unbiasedly. Plus, she always brings the fun.
My mom is loyal to many, but unquestionably most loyal to my dad. He is her best friend and I’ve never seen her not back him up. She loves my dad well, and that example has taught me a lot about marriage.
She’s the only Williamson who has blue eyes. #jealous
That Cindy Williamson is always up for an adventure!
I truly think my mom could’ve done anything she wanted with her life. Sometimes I think it’s crazy that such a creative and cool person chose to stay at home with me and my sisters, but boy, am I thankful!