Growing up, my mom and I had a very interesting relationship.
From the time I was born until around 6th grade, everything was cool…for the most part. I remember making cookies together, going shopping (which was fun because we are polar opposites when it comes to fashion).
She was awesome. Always driving me around, getting me to my horse lessons or soccer practice. Cooking me and my brother homemade meals and minus cheeseburger pie, they were all amazing.
Then 7th grade happened and I went down a few wrong paths. It got really for my mom and me. Looking back, I wasn’t very nice. How she loved me through it, I’ll never understand.
Except I do. Now. Because I do the same for my kids. When they talk back or fight all the time or get angry at me and tell me they hate me, I love them through it. Every time they throw a giant temper tantrum in the middle of the store or whine all day long, I love them through it. No matter what they do or what they say, I will love them through it. And I do that because of her. I know what love is because of my mom. And I am forever grateful for that.
I remember being a kid and always saying that I would never be like my mom. I would never tell my kids “we’ll see” or “maybe” (which always means no BTW). My kids and I would never disagree with each other or fight and my kids would never tell me that they hated me (already happened with one of them).
But the truth is, I’m a lot like my mom. And I wouldn’t wish for it to be any other way. And I think that’s the beauty of motherhood. I don’t think any of us understands our moms until we have kids of our own and then it all clicks. Then we know exactly why she did what she did and said what she said. My mom is amazing, selfless, and brave. My mom taught me compassion and kindness, and what it means to truly love someone. She is the best of the best and I am proud that she is mine.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom. You’re the best.