This weekend is a joyous time to celebrate mothers, an opportunity you don’t want to take for granted. Take it from those of us who only have memories to fall back on.
Don’t let trivial issues come between a solid relationship.
Remember, your birth mother is technically entitled to her opinion more than any other person in your life.
Your mother is the first person who gives up her life for you. She feeds you and takes care of you long before others even know she is carrying and many months before your first gasp of air.
She is literally dealing with your mess long before your first ear-piercing scream. She is your first connection in this world and she’ll love you until the day she dies. A mother’s life gets put on hold for her offspring.
Moms take time off from work when we are born and have many sleepless periods because we sometimes cry into the night.
When we get sick or cut our knee, we want our mothers. When we need to talk/vent, she listens. Mothers are their children’s’ best friends, even if the mother/child relationship is somewhat stressed.
As a rule, our mothers are the protectors, the nurturers. They are the lioness over her cubs.
If we had some news that was going to make our parents mad, mom was usually the best one to tell.
Mom held our hands when we crossed the street or challenged that first stair. She tied our shoe in the rain. She is likely the one who altered her schedule to bring us the coat, lunch, or the musical instrument we forgot. As angry as she may have been, she dropped everything to help us with the class project or assignment we remembered at 7pm the night before it was due.
She provided discipline when you knew it hurt her as much as it was hurting us. Often reaching to the farthest recesses of our memories, those times are often the most clear and among the most cherished of our life.
I was the oldest of three siblings and dad traveled frequently for a few days at a time during my grade school years. I didn’t help mom very much with the other two.
In our household mom often took on the burden of low-end disciplinary needs. She knew that if dad had to get the full story, it would no longer qualify as low-end. Therefore, she always tried to handle things before dad stepped in.
My mother was a great cook and was 100% Italian. So, when I pushed just the right buttons, or said the wrong thing, there were a few times when I had to dodge an airborne wooden spoon.
As we grow, mature, discover new things about the world and ourselves, our mothers gradually let us spread our wings because we eventually have to fly. However, we can’t know how difficult that first day of independence is for them unless we experience it ourselves a generation later. And I contend the males don’t experience it like the females.
Most of us don’t thank our mothers enough. We don’t express our love and appreciation for them as often as we have opportunity.
It will be 22 years on May 17 since I lost my mother. I don’t have the space here and our readers could fill a thousand pages with their own special memories.
Over the past year this pandemic has made life so much more challenging for our older parents. Some physical separations have been literally unbearable.
Still keeping health and safety in mind, but lavish love, respect, and comfort on your parents whenever possible. Especially notice your mother this weekend. And while you are at it remember those of us who only have memories of that blessing in our lives.
I miss those many antagonistic younger days including mom yelling, “Thomas Vince!” from the next room.
I long for the opportunity to dodge one of those wooden spoons now, too.
To all those who qualify, Happy Mother’s Day!