Sunday, May 11, 2014

My Mama

I have a lot to say about mothers {not surprising - I have a lot to say about most things}.

I've talked before about how it feels odd being pampered and lauded as royalty for becoming a parent {not to say I don't enjoy it}. I think it's because I don't like the idea of motherhood as sacrifice. This is my life because I chose it. I fell in love, I got married, I wanted a family, and I was lucky enough to become pregnant. No matter how crazy things can get, I wanted this. Motherhood is not something I deal with, it's part of who I am. For me at least, this is my story because I wrote it. Shout out to the cast of characters who gave me the opportunity.

That's beside the point for today, at least. Although I typically tell stories as a mama, my writing today comes from the viewpoint of a kid. The kid of an awesome mama. The other day my BFF and I were talking about the exact moments we became our mothers {you can read about mine here} and how lucky we are to say that with pride.

My mom has been a parent for almost three decades now, and she has gotten good at it. I know she was once in my boat, taking it a day at a time, learning as she went, and chalking failures up to lessons. If she still feels like that, she hides it well. I'm very thankful to have her in my life, and I'm just realizing how deep that appreciation goes. On this Mother's Day, I want to flip the script away from my motherhood and turn it to hers. Here are just a handful of reasons why my mom is a pretty incredible person:

  • She butters my ego constantly and lifts me up in ways no one else can. I tell her when I'm stuck, frustrated, or disappointed in myself. Obviously the rose-tinted glasses of motherhood are involved here, but she does help me see things from an easier perspective. She hands me the shovel and pushes me forward.

  • This goes hand-in-hand with the first one, but she's been my biggest cheerleader from day one. No matter what route I thought was right in my life, she helped me. She supported me through every bad decision, wrong turn, and failure, and she nudged me toward the right direction. I know this phase is far from over.

  • She's become a friend. All my life, she fought for a balance between being my mom and my buddy. As a mother, I see that it's important to keep that line defined but as a young daughter, I wanted that space to be a mile wide. Years later I have figured out that she makes for a pretty good one.

  • Her opinions and her advice are top of the line, and they always have been. Her words get twisted and her thoughts can derail, but her heart is always in the right place. If you want to know the right thing to do, even if you completely disagree, ask her. Honestly.

  • She loves so hard and so much. Her relationships with people blow me away, from the little old ladies she cares for at church to the employees who work for her stores, all the way to Jesus Christ. She loves big, and hard, and relentlessly. She never stops giving. This is THE number one way I hope to emulate her.

    Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

    PS: Happy Mother's Day to everyone else out there, too! Sending love to the ones who wipe butts and noses on the daily, the ones whose nests are empty but hearts are full, the ones whose bumps give away their first time to celebrate, and the ones whose tears give away their sweet angels in heaven. Happy Mother's Day also to the hopeful, praying for their turn on this roller coaster ride. No matter where you fall on the spectrum, motherhood is a part of who you are. My heart is with you.

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