You know that saying, “ My dogs cuter than yours”? (which they are lol). Well my mom is better than yours. At least to me she’s the best mom on earth. There are many great moms out there and number ones in your hearts, but my mom is number one in mine. I don’t even know where to start. It brings tears to my eyes when I think of how much I love my mom. My mom is amazing. She never fails to put my brother and I before her. She is a sacrificer. She sacrificed so many things to make sure I had not only clothes on my back, but clothes that wouldn’t make junior high even more unbearable and awkward. She sacrificed nice cars, trips and many other things I can’t think of to put my brother and I through school. My father and her both did, but my mom is the rock. She’s the one that handles the finances so she knew what she needed to sacrifice so we could have it. We were by no means wealthy, but were happy and never felt unfortunate.
I am, now, incredibly grateful for all those uncomfortable conversations about sex, drugs and yes, even my period. Boy I hated those convos, but my mom sure didn’t. She lived for those conversations. Every time I turned around we were talking about it Now I understand. You see I didn’t drink in high school nor did drugs in college I didn’t sleep around and I was always aware of my surroundings. I now understand all those times she told me no were for my own good, for my protection. Who knows what kind of trouble I would have gotten in. I see all those girls on spring break getting wasted and letting guys do what they want with them and I ask myself where are their mothers. I should say where were their mothers. Did they not have those uncomfortable conversations? Did they not teach them to respect themselves? Did they not let them know they are loved? Maybe they care too much about being their friend. Of course my mom wanted me to like her, but her main concern was my safety. Who cares if we weren’t best friends in high school. We are now.
It has been neat to watch our relationship develop. In college she was my confidant. I told her everything about everything. I complained about school, exams, boys, how fat I was, etc. A far different relationship than when I was in high school. Speaking about my body image, my mom always told me how beautiful I was and never told me I had to loose weight. (There were plenty of years there the intervention would have been appreciated. Ha!) If I mentioned my weight she would squash it. She never understood why I felt that way. She just saw me as perfect. Even when no one else does, your momma will make you feel loved.
The older I get, the more I need her comfort, advice and love. I love her so much I can’t and won’t imagine my life without her.
To Mom; I love you more and more everyday. I hope I will be as good as a mother as you have been to me. Thanks for all you do, and will do. Thanks for the sacrifices, the ear, the love, the encouragement. I am who I am because of you.
And to all the mothers that make the sacrifices, that have the dreaded, but much needed conversations, who tell their kids they rock, kudos! You are appreciated and make this world a better place. They may not understand now, but they will.
Happy Mother’s Day!