When I was very little, my mom was like a Goddess. I thought she was the most magical, beautiful being in existence (still is). She could do anything. I wanted to do everything she did, wore everything she wore, be everything she was. I remember rifling through her trunk of dresses like a tiny criminal just so I could try them on, and dance around just like her. Even with the dresses in a crumpled heap on the floor covered in cookie crumbs, she never got mad.
My mom has always been the most supportive, compassionate person I’ve ever met. She taught me how to ride a bike, make potato salad, and how to make a whistle from a blade of grass. She was there for me through heartache and bullying. through prom and college.Always words of encouragement, always acts of love. My mom has always been on my side, and has shaped who I’ve become. She truly is one of the most beautifully selfless people I’ve ever known.
I’m proud of the fact that I now see her reflection in things that I do. I shoo bugs out of the house instead of stepping on them. I always give a stranger in need a dollar because I hear her words, “you never know when you might be in need.” I still make a very pronounced effort to look both ways when I cross the street. I even catch myself sitting like she does — curled up with my knees bent, covered in a blanked with a tea.
I’m so thankful for her love, kindness, encouragement and patience. So, I wanted to say, “I love you to my mom” this Mother’s Day with a poem by William Predeau:
You were there when I got hurt
To kiss the pain away
And always made things better
So I could go and play
When I started school that first year
You walked with me every day
And helped me shed the fears I had
That my world had gone away
Every year as I grew older
And ventured out away from home
I knew you’d always be there
No matter how far I’d roam
The years have gone by so quickly
And things have changed for us all
But the love I still have for you Mom
Is the same love as when I was small
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you.