I know today isn’t Mother’s Day, but I figured everyone would be busy spending time with family tomorrow, so I decided to post this today. Here’s a special being grateful – Mother’s Day edition!
Why I’m grateful for my mom
I don’t even know where to start. Throughout the years, my mom and I have had our disagreements. We’ve even gone days without talking to each other, but it usually didn’t last long. My mom was too important for me to avoid her! The problem was (and sometimes still is) that we’re both extremely stubborn. Neither of us likes to admit we are wrong, and when it came to certain topics growing up, I didn’t want to hear it.
Oh how times have changed! I’ll give my mom a quick call on Skype these days to ask for her opinion or to see if she has any insight into something that I don’t. Isn’t it funny how you never want to hear how your parents are right when you’re younger, but they become a wealth of information and fountain of wisdom when we’re older?
My mom and I are also complete opposites. I’m my father’s daughter, through and through, but that never stopped me from loving her any less. While my dad and I poke fun at her, she knows that we do so out of love. She is bubbly and never afraid to ask for what she wants. She has no problem going up to strangers and starting a conversation. I don’t know how many times she embarrassed me in a grocery store as she decided to talk to the person in front of us.
Most of all, she’s incredibly caring and generous. You don’t want to get on her bad side, at all, but as long as you’re family, she’ll do anything for you. I think most of my family is like this – my grandma leads by example =). I mentioned briefly that she had the nerve to treat us to breakfast a few weekends ago, even after all she’s done for me.
My mom was the one to surprise me one day by bringing a kitten home from the shelter. I spent most of my younger years begging for pets, and at that point, we finally had a cat and dog. She fell in love with this spunky kitten, and you couldn’t imagine how excited I was when I saw her emerge from the car with a little carrier. My dad’s reaction was another story, but I was always hoping it would happen again! Three pets? No, not enough…
Now, more than ever, I’m simply grateful to be closer to her. I know quite a few people who don’t see their mom as their friend, and possibly don’t even speak to them. I am really close with my parents (that’s pretty obvious from my posts), and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I can talk to my mom about everything, and she always has some advice.
It wasn’t until maybe a year or so ago that I fully realized exactly how much you have to sacrifice as a parent. I never really gave it any thought as I wasn’t interested in having kids of my own, but after this move, it’s hit me full force. My parents retired, moved 12 hours away, and still flew up to help us move. They don’t owe me anything now. They’re in their glory years, where they can enjoy having next to no responsibilities, but they still choose to help me out.
My mom sacrificed many, many mornings when I missed the bus and she had to drive me to school. She stayed home from work to baby me when I was sick. She cooked dinner for us almost every single night of the week, and this was no easy feat considering she had to feed one very picky kid. When I wanted to go shopping, she sighed and dragged herself along (I am a pain to shop with and for).
When I went through two several hour long surgeries, she took days upon days off to make sure I could manage. Not to mention all the half-days she had to take to bring me to and from appointments.
When my dad lost his job, she stepped up. She managed all the finances, and somehow we got by. She’s had the weight of the world on her at times, and I know it hasn’t been easy.
She tried to hide her excitement when I decided against going away to college. She made the executive decision that I could live with them after college, paying a mere $100/month. When I wanted to quit my job, she was there to support me. On the last night I spent with them before they moved, we cried good bye. She couldn’t wait for the day to come when we would be able to move. She was as hopeful as we were. Without a question, she started making arrangements to help us out. She single-handedly packed 70% of our boxes while we were at work.
She continues to make my favorite meals when I visit, and also makes any desserts that I request. Even though they have a technical guest bedroom, she’s referred to it as my room from day one. I know I’m always welcome there.
And for all of that, I’m eternally grateful.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there! What’s your favorite memory of your mom?