Welcome! To the:
On the eve of Mother’s Day.
She is everything any child could have wanted in a parent, and this was apparent, to me, for as long back as I think I knew what being a mother meant.
Steady. Dependable. Wise.
Mother’s know best. She seemed to be the one that statement was written for.
Of course, as I grew up, I began to see her as a person, just as fallible as the rest of us, but just shy of perfect, but this, I realized, was much too giant a burden to place on the one woman I look up to and admire above any other.
It’s apparent, to anyone else who meets her, that she is one hell of a parent, of a mother.
She has been, to me, giver of life: teacher, advocate, guide, voice of reason, comfort, rock, sounding board, confidant, compass, conscience.
If you were to look up “parent” in the dictionary, her picture would be there.
This week’s stream of consciousness writing seemed like the perfect time to let her know what a huge influence she has had on the woman I’ve become.
I have a million examples I could include here, but I have a better idea for that, still to come. But, just for today…
She is exactly the kind of woman, daughter, wife, parent, friend, human being I’d want to be, if I only could be, would be, ever were lucky enough to be.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom. Xoxo.