On Mother’s Day, as we honor mothers everywhere, I find it appropriate to write an open letter to my mom:
As we were growing up, you might not have realized it then, but everything you did, every word spoken, every action taken, every gesture…we were taking it all in, soaking it all up like a sponge. And we, your children, might not have realized how important it would all become until we became young mothers and fathers ourselves. Everything you did served as an invaluable life lesson, shaping who we were, creating who we’ve become. You have taught us so much.
You taught us to love without restraint, never holding back and always letting us know how much we were loved. You taught us to give, even if you felt you didn’t have much left to give. You taught us the importance of time spent together as a family, which would prove invaluable, as we’ve often had to lean on one another over the years. You taught us to live by our values and morals, so that we could never be easily broken. You taught us the value of hard work and perseverance, an invaluable lesson when it comes to following your dreams and getting what you want out of life. You have shown us that our faith in God would be a guiding force and source of strength throughout our lives. You taught us that humor and laughter is sometimes the best medicine, never taking life too seriously. You taught us that failure and heartache are a necessary part of life, but that they should never define who you are as a person and only prove to make you stronger. You taught us that being a good parent does not mean you are perfect, it just means that you are always looking out for your family’s best interests.
All of these lessons, I had tucked neatly into the back of my mind as I was growing up. And now, as a mother to two little girls who are growing up way too fast, I hold steadfastly to every drop of what I soaked up from being in my mother’s presence. From time to time, as I make certain decisions or do something that seems all too familiar, I feel a sense of dejavu. And I breath deeply, realizing that I am beginning to sound just like my mother as these memories and lessons come flooding over me. And even now, I realize that the greatest compliment anyone could ever give me is to say that I remind them of my mother.
Sometimes I sit in amazement at this woman before me. She has endured so much, exhibited such strength. She is a woman of honorable character, so kind and giving, She always puts others first. She is a woman whose ultimate goal is the happiness of others, a woman who has made sacrifices, who worked hard to succeed, who often beat the odds, who has always made me laugh, who has taught me about love and nurturing. She is a woman who is crafty, creative, and talented beyond measure. She is a woman who believes in us more than she believes in herself. This woman who sits before me is a woman I’m proud to call my mother.
So, Mom, thank you for loving me, for believing in me, and for helping to shape who I am today, which has enabled me to become the mother I am today. I am proud to call you my mom and so blessed to call you my friend.
Happy Mother’s Day to the most beautiful woman I know. I love you!