My mother and I didn’t always get along. Looking back, I think it was that we were just too much alike. I remember distinctively the day when our relationship went from parent/daughter to friends.
It was my sophomore year of high school and I had just broken up with my first “real” boyfriend. We had been dating for 6 months, which at that age feels like forever, and I was ready to move on. I told my mom that I was too young to be in a serious relationship and she said, through tears, ”I wish you were 24 or so because I really think you could marry that one.” We still laugh about that to this day. I’m not sure why that was the turning point in our relationship, but she has been my best friend ever since.
Mother’s Day is a day when you are supposed to say “Thanks” for everything your mom does for you. I can honestly say that there is never a day that goes by when I’m not grateful for my mom. I was hoping to be able to find just the right words of heartfelt sentiment to put on this blog in honor of her on this day. But the words escape me. The only thing I can think to say, is quite possibly the biggest compliment any mother could get, in my opinion…
Most women spend their entire adult lives scared that they will, someday, end up just like their mother. I’m scared too. But, I’m scared for the exact opposite reason. I’m scared that I won’t.
My mom is quite possibly the best mom in the entire world. She is smart, hard-working, kind, loving, funny. She gives the best advice, the best hugs, and always knows the exact right thing to say and do at the exact right time. She is my voice of reason, my teacher, my cheerleader. To me, she is everything that a Mom should be. I don’t see how I could ever be even half as good. And that scares me to death.
I heard a song recently that fits the theme of today so perfectly that I had to share. It’s called Like My Mother Does by Kristi Lee Cook.
People always say I have a laugh like my Mother does. I guess that makes sense; she taught me how to smile when things get rough. I’ve got her spirit and she’s always got my back. When I look at her I think I want to be just like that!
When I love, I give it all I’ve got – like my Mother does. When I’m scared, I bow my head and pray – like my Mother does. When I feel weak, and un-pretty, I know I’m beautiful and strong because I see myself like my Mother does.
I never met a stranger who can talk to anyone like my Mother does. I let my temper fly, but she can walk away when she’s had enough. She sees everybody for who they really are. I’m so thankful for her guidance; she’s helped me get this far.
When I love, I give it all I’ve got – like my Mother does. And when I’m scared, I bow my head and pray – like my Mother does. When I feel weak, and un-pretty, I know I’m beautiful and strong because I see myself like my Mother does.
She’s a rock. She is grace. She’s an angel. She’s my heart and soul. She does it all.
When I love, I give it all I’ve got – like my Mother does. And when I’m scared, I bow my head and pray – like my Mother does. When I feel weak, and un-pretty, I know I’m beautiful and strong because I see myself like my Mother does.
I hear people saying I’m starting to look like my Mother does.
I love you Mom. <jenna>
