Mom’s get a bad rap. And I don’t mean like a funky chicken caesar wrap from Tropical Smoothie. I mean too often do we (and I mean me) treat our mothers as just normal ole human beings, or sometimes even worse. “Stop taking pictures”; “Ugh, not beef casserole again”; “We don’t have to talk on the phone every day mom”.
These are the humans who carried us in there bodies. They lugged us around for nine whole months. If this were the only thing that they did, I would still say we need to memorialize all of them. But most mothers take their jobs way further than birthing us. They feed us once we’re out of their bodies, they clean us, they nurture us, they help us make friends. If we paid them back for all the money they spent on gas driving us around when we were little I know I would be broke.
So as long as I am not a carpenter, or architect, or construction worker I will use what I have to build some praise for the moms around the world, and most especially mine. The words in this post won’t make up for even 1% of the gratitude that I haven’t shown over the years to my mother, but I will definitely try.
Let’s start by saying thank you, because those words are not spoken often enough. There have been days where I could have said “thank you” or “I love you” but I chose not to. So let my words be emblazoned on the internet; thank you for all that you have done in my life. You clearly have gone above and beyond what a mother should do. You cared for me when I was sick, you taught me when I was curious, you were my biggest cheerleader through all my sports.
You have physically done more than I can remember and can even imagine. Besides making mac ‘n cheese everyday after kindergarten and cleaning up my legos even after you asked me to do it, you also helped me learn along the way about how to love and how to forgive. You gave so much of yourself to be a mom for our family. You gave your time, your energy, your work, your youth, and I rarely take the time to think about those things.
Most of my childhood is filled with laughter and pure joy, and it is mainly because you tried your hardest to make my life easy while yours wasn’t. I still don’t know all the things that you had to deal with and I don’t know if I will ever know the full extent of what it means to be a mom, but again all I can say is that I am eternally grateful. Grateful for your words of wisdom, grateful for your kindness, grateful for the memories that I get to cherish, grateful for you.
Mamma, I can truly say that who I am today has been shaped in large part by how you loved me. I am lucky because now that I can step back and look at all the amazing things you have done for me, I don’t have to wish to be back in those times. The times when you were my chef, my laundromat, my chauffeur, my cheerleader, my snuggler and my mother.
I get to be thankful, because now you are one of my closest friends and you continue to love me for who I am despite all the crazy things I did in my younger years (and still do in my older years). I get to look forward, now, to sharing many more memories with you and cherishing the new adventures we go on. I can’t wait for all the new and fun things that we’ll do together and for all the new ways that I will learn to be thankful for you. I love you Mom.