I haven’t written in quite a while. Honestly, it’s because what I have to write is not all that positive. I at least like to end on a positive note and that’s not even going to happen. So I’m happy to have a happy reason to write today! I’m generally of the belief that every day (or at least more than once a year) should be Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, etc. We should always celebrate our loves, mothers, and fathers. But as we know, we really don’t. We shouldn’t give into the whirlwind of commercialism that goes with these special days (along with the fifty million other “special” days of the year). But I can’t help myself. I’m not always so good at making my husband, mother, and father feel special. I kind of need that day. Sometimes I view it as one big make up day. “Here, let me make up for all the times I didn’t make you feel special or loved.” Horrible, but true.
It’s sad really. When I was a kid (and even an adult) I used to tell my mom she was the best mom in the world. She would say, “I’m your only mom in the world.” This is true. As I got older I got wittier and would say, “I don’t need to know all the other moms in the world to know you’re the best.” This is true for me. My mom really does rock. God really did give her to ME (and for a good reason too. I think any other mom would have given me up for adoption at about 11). She is the only one (I guess along with maybe my dad but I won’t push it 😉 who will ever truly love me for who I am – good and bad – and love me unconditionally forever. Even my husband cannot do that. He can never love me the way my mom does. I’m not saying it’s better or worse…only different.
My mom is a real life super mom. I’m 28 years old, and my mom is working so very hard to provide a comfortable lifestyle for all of us while my husband is out of work. She’s seen me (and continues to see me) through many a tough time. She lets me make my own decisions even if she thinks they’re bad and then picks me up off the floor and helps me dust off my pants and try again. She doesn’t expect me to be any way other than the way I am and then is pleasantly surprised when I change. She has endured through so much heartache and suffering over the past year. She continues to forgive, love, and counsel even when she feels like she can’t. They say, “you are your child’s greatest advocate.” My mom has wholeheartedly been my advocate since birth, and I need way more than a blog post, a present, some flowers, and a lifetime to thank her for that.
My mom has freckles. She has somewhat wrinkly hands. She has green eyes and small ears. When she was younger (and even some now) she resembled very much Meryl Streep. She’s beautiful and she always smells nice…even when she’s sweaty. She is a teacher, a mother, a mother-in-law, a grandmother, a wife, a caregiver, a counselor, a financier, a mentor, a vet, a doctor and nurse, a chef, a taker in of stray animals (and often people), a giver of money and time, a gardener, a handywoman, a church goer, a singer, a piano player, a friend, a playmate, a chauffer….she holds a plethora of hats in her hands daily. I constantly pray for the Lord to fill her well so she can continue being what she is and doing what she does. My mother isn’t perfect….but she’s perfect to me and that’s what counts.
I love you mom!
Mom, you’re a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
You’re patient when I’m foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You’re the master of every task.
You’re a dependable source of comfort;
You’re my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.
I love you more than you know;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You’d be the one I’d select!
By Joanna Fuchs