It’s Mother’s Day and I’m 8,500 kilometers away. There are some things in life that are simply not right and being unable to hug you today, of all days, is one of them.
They say being a mother is a thankless job and to some extent that’s true. I think the closest I’ve ever come to truly realizing how much I owe you was when I became one myself. I am ever-so-slowly realizing that I am who I am because of every correction, every loving hug, every encouraging note left in my lunch bag – all of it. I have begun to see how much you invested day in and day out to train me into becoming the woman I am today.
You were always there to pick us back up, brush us off, and tell us all the reasons we could reach higher heights next time. Your love made home a safe place where there was no limits to our future greatness. You truly believed that we were capable of achieving anything…or at least you were really convincing! Even as an adult, this encouraging trait of yours keeps affecting me. Last year I thought you were crazy to think I should be “a writer” but you kept at me. I didn’t realize how much negativity I was casting on myself, believing I didn’t know the first thing about professional writing, until you simply said “so go take a class and learn about the first thing”. I was so caught up in an “I can’t do that” attitude, that such a logical thought had never even crossed my mind. But you look at things through a different lens, the lens of belief and pride. You gave me a practical solution that encouraged me to dream big and if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been published this year, but more importantly, I may not have discovered something that I truly enjoy. Thank you.
There are some of us who have to really try to be a good mother but for you, it seems to just come naturally. When many would react in anger or frustration, you respond in love and grace. It’s your default. I don’t think you know what a gift that is. I count myself as extremely fortunate to have recently shared a home with you and that I was able to witness your day-to-day interactions with my boys. You not only poured an extravagant amount of love on J&L but you taught me how to take a step back from my sometimes overwhelming parenting role and see the precious heart of a child for what it is, fragile and passing. You shared with me the gift of wisdom and understanding that only comes from a lifetime of good parenting and I’m so grateful for that. I would often catch myself thinking, “this is how it’s suppose to be.”
Whether it be in the practical things like showing us how to keep a clean house or the complex challenge of ensuring a child’s “love tank” was full, you managed to somehow do it all. There is no way to put into words how blessed I am to have you for my mom and I daily strive to give my children the same foundation that you and dad built for me.
I love you, miss you, and of course, wish you a Happy Mother’s Day.
So give your parents joy! May she who gave you birth be happy.