May 9, 2016
It’s Mother’s Day here in the United States as I write this letter. Flipping through the cable guide, I came across a number of irreverent television offerings, including “Mommy Dearest.” I’ve heard people say they didn’t want to be like their mothers. “You’re growing into your mother,” is an apparent insult.
It’s funny, but I wish I were more like my Mom.
I’ve been blessed with amazing parents. The example they provided formed the foundation of who I am and gave a benchmark for what I hope to someday become. Daddy worked away from the home, and for a part of my upbringing, Mom stayed with my siblings and me. She made us her business, building us up and encouraging us to pursue our passions.
My mother has an uncompromising strength of character, and she taught my siblings and me fair play and good form matter. Mom never cheats, yet she wins many games because she is smart and learns strategy.
She observes, and by so doing, she notices little things often overlooked. Like me. When I was a girl, I often went unnoticed. Sometimes, this anonymity was a blessing, like when bullies rumbled through. Other times, such as the times credit for my work went to others, being invisible hurt. Even though she raised four children, maintained the house, at turns worked, and kept up with extended family, my mother always noticed me.
Astute in judgement, Mom recognized unsavory characteristics in our friendships, yet she allowed us to choose our associates. Sure, she’d let us know her thoughts, but she never dictated. Mom sees good in everyone, and she trusted us to positively influence others. Her belief in her children makes us better able to succeed. When the rest of the world says we can’t, she says keep trying. Often in my life, it is her conviction that kept me upright instead of huddled babbling in a corner.
Like any kid, I didn’t always recognize the sacrifices she made on our behalf. I didn’t always appreciate the gift of her guidance, but then again, what rebellious youth does? I took for granted she’d always love me, even when I wasn’t loveable. Lucky for me, she remained as steadfast as I imagined and forgave my rotten behavior.
As an adult, I recognize her for what she is – incredible. When I need my best friend, I call my mother. She listens and offers great advice. She helps when and where she can, and unfailingly, she cares. She faces her troubles with faith, strength, and bravery, and when I falter, she buoys me up. This multi-dimensional person is fun, vibrant, intelligent, and elegant. My Mom is a blessing, and I wish I were more like her.
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