Here in the US we are celebrating Mother’s Day this weekend. While typically, I am very conspiratorial about most holidays being ploys from Big Business to push an agenda that causes millions to spend wastefully on knick knacks and overpriced greeting cards, now that I’m a mom, I’ll lay aside my tin cap for this day.
I want to use today’s post to brag about a particular mom who sits a little higher than the rest. I know what you’re think and thanks! It’s not me, but that’s what I’m aiming for; it’s my mom.
For most of my childhood it was just me, my sister and my mom. As a single parent, my mom raised two girls who were a few months shy of being Irish twins. She moved us from New York to Ohio to finally landing in Texas, always seeking something better for us.
We moved a lot when I was little, but it was always fun going away in the summer to my grandparents and coming back to see what our new apartment would look like.
There were times that we didn’t have a car, but I actually enjoyed the stories she told at the bus stop and counting Volkswagen Beetles on the way to school.
My mom could and still can make a game out of anything. And I mean ANYTHING! Now that we live in a different state, my daughter and her play a guessing game on FaceTime where one has to guess what the other is holding closely to the camera. It reminds me of hours of playing “Find the Sock” on the weekends.
I’ve learned so many things from my mom over the years. I learned that life doesn’t always give you want you want, but you can decide to work with what you have and do it with joy. She taught me the benefits of playing as an adult. Playing with your kids is as much for you as it is for them. Forget the laundry for a minute and play a few rounds of UNO. I promise it is well worth your time.
My childhood wasn’t always roses and sunshine, but when I think back, I only remember the good times. I remember library days and kids eat free meals at Golden Corral where’d we stuff ourselves to blindness. My mom would scare us and tell us she didn’t know if she could drive us home because she couldn’t see.
Now that I’m a mother, that is my hope for my kids. I want them to remember the fort we made that took up the entire living room and had their dad bring up a box fan as air conditioning for it. I want them to remember our long summer days and ending the night looking at the stars through my telescope.
As mothers, we don’t always have all of the answers, but we can give all of the love. We can show our kids how to be kind. If you are reading this and haven’t heard it today, you are a great mother.