It's been quite awhile since I've sat down and wrote- what better way to get back into it than by writing a Mother's Day post???
We all have mothers, and I'm sure the majority of us think ours are the best of the best, creme de la creme, and the greatest of them all. The best part is, we're all right. To each of us, our mothers are the best and we couldn't imagine anyone greater. We have our own bonds with our mothers and these bonds only deepen the love and utmost respect we have for them. They've put up with a lot from us kids, and I'm sure they'll put up with much more. For all you mothers out there, give this link a read- I feel it captures the reality of what it means to be a Mom in every aspect, and then some: Mother- the good, the bad and the funny.
The rest of this post is dedicated to my Mom. For years, I have put my Mom up on a pedestal, holding her is the highest respect. She has always given her heart and soul to my siblings and I, and even when we may have not wanted her input, thoughts, or advice we always knew it was with the best intentions that she spoke. I cannot imagine it being easy for her, raising my siblings and I...we all have distinct personalities and are quite prideful, independent, and stubborn.
Looking back, I think I began to fully respect my Mom after my parents split up. Although for the most part she only had two of us living at home with her, she did everything she could to try and provide for all four of us children. She was working two jobs, and had gone back to school more than once in past years, to try and provide for us. We were able to continue playing the sports we loved, go on trips with the school, and grow up in the family home.
I know I wasn't always easy to handle, and I surely caused my Mom grief and unnecessary worry at times (along with my siblings), but even in my teen years when I struggled with my identity, confidence, and began questioning the ways of the world my Mom was always there. I remember this one day in particular: I had been fighting with my twin brother about something or another. I was tired and stressed and confused to begin with that day, and the fighting wasn't helping. I ran upstairs and slammed my door, leaning against it, crying. My brother knew something was wrong when he heard my crying - it wasn't a bad fight after all, but general run-of-the-mill teen stuff- he went and got my Mom. I couldn't stand the idea of my Mom seeing me cry, so despite all of her pleas to let her into my room I kept her out. My Mom sat outside my door, on the floor, for the next hour or so waiting for me to be ready, knowing I'd need a hug, and knowing I'd eventually want to talk. It amazes me to this day that she could be so patient and care so much (though I know that one day, I'll understand).
My Mom makes sure I'm well fed, have a roof over my head, and shoes on my feet. She also calms my fears and anxieties, trusts me to make my own decisions, pushes me to create my own thoughts and opinions, treats and talks to me as an adult/an equal...she still critiques the things I do wrong (in her eyes), and though she sometimes tries not to, she always lets me know when she's unhappy or disagrees with a decision I've made.
I think the best thing about my Mom though, is not that she is a great Mom, but that she is an incredible woman. She is independent, strong, resilient and full of wisdom. The qualities that make my Mom such an amazing individual and woman only translate over to her being a great Mom. She pours all of her energy into everyone and everything around her, not just her kids- her job, her relationships, her family, her parents...
That takes time, and energy (Energizer Bunny anyone??).
I admire her in countless ways and just hope that she knows it.
Mom, I have the utmost respect for all that you do, between caring for me, my siblings, Carl, Luke, and your students, clients, and the rest of your family. I know I don't tell you enough, but I love you, and I love you more than you could imagine. I hope you've had a wonderful day- today, just like every other day, you deserve it. Thank you for bringing me into this world and for putting up with me all of these years, and all of the ones yet to come.
To all of you Moms, Grandmas, Aunts, Godmothers, Cousins, Sisters, and women: let it be known that we care. We are thankful. And we all love you, even though we may forget to tell you.
Poem-What is a Mother?
xoxo,
S.
We all have mothers, and I'm sure the majority of us think ours are the best of the best, creme de la creme, and the greatest of them all. The best part is, we're all right. To each of us, our mothers are the best and we couldn't imagine anyone greater. We have our own bonds with our mothers and these bonds only deepen the love and utmost respect we have for them. They've put up with a lot from us kids, and I'm sure they'll put up with much more. For all you mothers out there, give this link a read- I feel it captures the reality of what it means to be a Mom in every aspect, and then some: Mother- the good, the bad and the funny.
The rest of this post is dedicated to my Mom. For years, I have put my Mom up on a pedestal, holding her is the highest respect. She has always given her heart and soul to my siblings and I, and even when we may have not wanted her input, thoughts, or advice we always knew it was with the best intentions that she spoke. I cannot imagine it being easy for her, raising my siblings and I...we all have distinct personalities and are quite prideful, independent, and stubborn.
Looking back, I think I began to fully respect my Mom after my parents split up. Although for the most part she only had two of us living at home with her, she did everything she could to try and provide for all four of us children. She was working two jobs, and had gone back to school more than once in past years, to try and provide for us. We were able to continue playing the sports we loved, go on trips with the school, and grow up in the family home.
I know I wasn't always easy to handle, and I surely caused my Mom grief and unnecessary worry at times (along with my siblings), but even in my teen years when I struggled with my identity, confidence, and began questioning the ways of the world my Mom was always there. I remember this one day in particular: I had been fighting with my twin brother about something or another. I was tired and stressed and confused to begin with that day, and the fighting wasn't helping. I ran upstairs and slammed my door, leaning against it, crying. My brother knew something was wrong when he heard my crying - it wasn't a bad fight after all, but general run-of-the-mill teen stuff- he went and got my Mom. I couldn't stand the idea of my Mom seeing me cry, so despite all of her pleas to let her into my room I kept her out. My Mom sat outside my door, on the floor, for the next hour or so waiting for me to be ready, knowing I'd need a hug, and knowing I'd eventually want to talk. It amazes me to this day that she could be so patient and care so much (though I know that one day, I'll understand).
My Mom makes sure I'm well fed, have a roof over my head, and shoes on my feet. She also calms my fears and anxieties, trusts me to make my own decisions, pushes me to create my own thoughts and opinions, treats and talks to me as an adult/an equal...she still critiques the things I do wrong (in her eyes), and though she sometimes tries not to, she always lets me know when she's unhappy or disagrees with a decision I've made.
I think the best thing about my Mom though, is not that she is a great Mom, but that she is an incredible woman. She is independent, strong, resilient and full of wisdom. The qualities that make my Mom such an amazing individual and woman only translate over to her being a great Mom. She pours all of her energy into everyone and everything around her, not just her kids- her job, her relationships, her family, her parents...
That takes time, and energy (Energizer Bunny anyone??).
I admire her in countless ways and just hope that she knows it.
Mom, I have the utmost respect for all that you do, between caring for me, my siblings, Carl, Luke, and your students, clients, and the rest of your family. I know I don't tell you enough, but I love you, and I love you more than you could imagine. I hope you've had a wonderful day- today, just like every other day, you deserve it. Thank you for bringing me into this world and for putting up with me all of these years, and all of the ones yet to come.
To all of you Moms, Grandmas, Aunts, Godmothers, Cousins, Sisters, and women: let it be known that we care. We are thankful. And we all love you, even though we may forget to tell you.
Poem-What is a Mother?
xoxo,
S.
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