My mom. My mom is better than your mom. My mom is the best mom in the world. No, it’s not a competition. If it were…she would win.
As I get older and understand the world a little bit more every day I realize more and more how much I am blessed with the mother that I have. My mother is everything that I want to be as a woman and a mother. I can only strive to be what she is.
My mother is strong.
My mother is selfless.
My mother is caring.
My mother is thoughtful.
My mother is enduring (in so many ways).
My mother is beautiful inside and out.
This world can sometimes be full of selfish people who are unwilling to serve and don’t do anything that they just don;t want to do. I wish the world was filled with more people like my mother. My mommy is CONSTANTLY thinking of other people. She is continually finding ways to serve others. She strives to improve herself everyday. She is empathetic for those around her and she sees the good in people that is hard to see sometimes. If somebody is being mean she tries to find the underlying reason rather than just hating the person. I have never met anybody who has disliked my mother. But, when people are rude to my mom there isn’t anything wrong with her…it’s them. Always them. It’s not her. She is amazing.
So, what’s the reason for this post? Well, first of all, I don’t need a reason to write a post about how amazing my mother is. However, there is a reason that sparked my desire to write this post dedicated to the woman who raised me.
I have a 4 day old son. He was born at 39 weeks due to induction. Induction was not my first choice, but I really was trapped in a hard spot because I had severe SPD that was causing me SO much pain that I couldn’t even move. At 37 1/2 weeks I was diagnosed with this and it really put me in an immobile state. My husband and I had NO idea what we were going to do the rest of my pregnancy where I was physically unable to move and take care of my children. I called my mommy. I was calling to complain. I was calling her to tell her how difficult this was. I was calling her to whine about the pain. Instead of my mommy just sitting on the other line and saying, “well that sucks.” She instantly felt physical emotional pain for me. My mommy started having anxiety for me. Instead of asking, “well what are YOU going to do?” She said, “Well we will just have to figure out what WE are going to do.” She instantly took my burdens upon herself. Which I NEVER ask her to do. Within minutes she planned out the entire week of how “WE” were going to get through the rest of my pregnancy. I told her that this wasn’t her problem and she paused and said, “I know, but I feel like it is.”
My mommy took off 7 days. You heard me right. 7 DAYS! Each of these days she didn’t just hang out at my house and throw some crackers at the children while watching endless amount of television. My mommy took the kids places. Thankfully I was able to go with them and just sit on the sidelines. She took us all to indoor playplaces and even took us to a warehouse filled with Inflatable bouncy castles and slides.
She took us all to McDonald’s to play at their play structure and spoiled them with Icecream even though she knew that they would make messes.
My mommy did everything. I was immobile. She changed diapers, cleaned, bathed them and even took care of me when I needed something. Every morning she would call me and ask what she could get me before she even would show up.
I delivered my GORGEOUS son on a Tuesday.
My mommy came to my home and took the kids to the Children’s museum while my husband and I were in the hospital. She even spent the night at my home because she wanted my kids to not feel like their whole worlds were turning upside down. She had a HORRIBLE night. The kids woke up several times and she MAYBE had 3 hours of sleep (maybe). But, she didn’t ever call to complain. She called me laughing and with much optimism told me that they had a little bit of a rough night. However, I never knew of the gravity of the situation until my daddy came and said how horrible it was for my mom. My mommy didn’t even want me to worry about her and the kids so she pretty much told me how wonderful everything was. Even when she is in distress she still thinks about the feelings of others instead of herself.
We got home from the hospital on Wednesday night and my mommy was exhausted. She was so tired. However, she waited around until we nestled into the home while she carried the new little guy. She never once complained about being tired. We could tell. But she wouldn’t tell me.
On Thursday and Friday morning she showed up promptly at 9:00 and took the boys all day! She took them so Derek and I could enjoy our new guy and get some much needed rest. Even after spending the entire day with the boys, she still would come and drop them off and ask if we needed anything.
These past two weeks have been tough. I have been selfish. I have been worrying so much about MY pain, MY discomfort and all things ME. At this time where things are settling down, I am starting to heal and life is bringing much more comfort I am realizing truly how much my mommy has done for me. Not just these past two weeks, but my entire life.
She has ALWAYS been the constant in my life. I have an amazing father, brother and sister in my life. But, my mom and I have always had the same relationship no matter what life has thrown at us. She has supported me in everything. She signed me up for art club when I said I wanted to be an artist even though we both knew I had no creative talent. She told me that I was a great singer and that I had such a sweet voice even though I am tone deaf. She would sit and listen to HOURS of my stories, poems and pieces of writing even when there were sometimes that the entire story was in one sentence.
My mom never missed any event (unless another child had a conflicting even). But I ALWAYS had a parent in the stand. My mommy was there in the rain, shine, cold, snow or heat. She has sat in parking lots waiting for me to finish my countless events. And she has NEVER complained. Maybe to our dad, but in our little kids eyes, she LOVED these events and she didn’t want to be anywhere else. We never knew until we got much older that she wasn’t really that big into sports. We had NO idea.
In 8th grade my mommy heard that I wasn’t going to be able to play soccer because the girls on the team were sometimes SO mean that nobody wanted to coach them. My mommy didn’t even hesitate and she decided to be the coach so I could play. My dad ended up having to help, but my mommy didn’t even think twice about taking on the role as the coach just so I could play.
My mother has never tried to change me. She has supported me in ALL things. Even as an adult and I have big dreams. She loves me no matter what. She has cared for me no matter the challenge I was am going through. She encourages me to be whatever I want to be. She lets me be me. She never forced me into being a girl (even when I thought I was a boy). She would shrug her shoulders when her friends would accuse me of being a gay. She said, “she might be. Whatever.” That never fazed her and should we have loved and supported me no matter the decision I would have made. They said these things because I “dressed like a boy” and I didn’t really start dating and showing interest in boys until college. She never tried to force me to wear “pretty girl things,” wear make-up, act in a typical “feminine” manner or anything that would classify as a stereotypical girl. She encouraged me to be strong. She would brag to her friends about me. She would make me feel good about myself. She would tell me how smart I was. How beautiful I was. How strong I was. How fun I was. She was constantly bringing me up. Never tearing down. She never would point out my faults (which were a plenty). She would smile when I would do silly things. Even as a grown woman I act incredibly silly and rather immature with my sister and my mom just let’s us be us and smiles. She never tells us to act our age, or to be mature. She lets us have fun.
My mom is my world. I call her everyday. If she doesn’t hear from me at LEAST once during the day she calls me to make sure that I am okay. We talk about everything. We discuss everything. We stick together. She is my bestie. I don’t know what I would do without her. She is the best mom, the best friend, the best grandmother to her 5 gorgeous babies and she is the most incredible woman.
I am truly PROUD to call her my mother. I have NEVER been ashamed to tell people she was my mom (even when she wore bright green work out shorts to pick me up from basketball haha). I love her. I hope that I can be as good of a mom as her someday. I hope my boys and I can have the same type of relationship that she has with us. I hope that my boys love my me and much as I love my mom. My sister and I are literally competing every single day for my moms attention. If she isn’t talking on the phone and texting me, I know she is talking to my sister. Some may say Emily and I are needy (which is probably very true) but we also just love our mommy SO much and she is our best friend.
Thank you mom for being the woman you are. Thank you for being a person I can constantly try to be.