Yesterday, while on a family outing to Wal Mart (don't ask), my four year old daughter, Taylor, noticing all the flowers and balloons, asked me what holiday it was. I told her Sunday was Mothers’ Day and explained that it was a special day when we thank our mommies for the “mommy things” that they do. I felt it was a horrible explanation, but Taylor nodded as if she understood.
Then, this morning, before I was fully awake, Taylor crashed into my bedroom and jumped onto the bed. Wrapping her arms around me, she said, “Thank you, Mommy.”
I was surprised and puzzled. “Thanks for what?” I said.
“Thanks for the mommy things” she replied.
Loving that she remembered and wanting more of this appreciation, I asked, “What mommy things?”
“Staying [home] with me and…doing my hair,” she replied thoughtfully before jumping off the bed.
Even though I know it was prompted, it felt so fantastic knowing Taylor thought of me and was grateful for what she feels are my contributions. As I sat in my bed, watching Taylor skip out of my room, I thought to myself, “Mothers’ Day, what a wonderful idea!”
For me, Mother’s Day has always given me the opportunity to acknowledge my own mother. Lately, however, I feel a mild frustration on this day, in regards to expressing to my mother just how much she means to me. I can manipulate the English language with the precision of a politician, but I just can’t find the right combination of words to articulate how much I love her and how grateful I am for who she is.
We often think of our parents as superheroes when we are children; well, I never stopped seeing my mother this way. She sacrifices big, loves hard, and hurts deep. But she kept her hand in the Lord’s hand and we beat the odds.
I once thought, you were not truly an adult if you still needed your parents help. However, every year, especially in my adult life, “Mama” has become more significant to me. With the ups and downs of last year, I do not know where I would be, literally, if I did not have my mother to talk to, cry on, pray with and listen to.
When I look at my mother now, how much she has accomplished, I am so proud. She is beautiful, wise, and really funny. Whenever, my sister, brother, and I are together with my mother, there is so much laughter. It’s like we all share some private joke. We are really close (I think closer than most families) and there is a lot of respect between us, and we owe it all to her. I look at my children and pray that we will share the same bond.
To my mother I want to say: Thanks for everything. You mean just so much to me. Thanks for the mommy things and the friend things--and for "staying with me…and doing my hair."
Then, this morning, before I was fully awake, Taylor crashed into my bedroom and jumped onto the bed. Wrapping her arms around me, she said, “Thank you, Mommy.”I was surprised and puzzled. “Thanks for what?” I said.
“Thanks for the mommy things” she replied.
Loving that she remembered and wanting more of this appreciation, I asked, “What mommy things?”
“Staying [home] with me and…doing my hair,” she replied thoughtfully before jumping off the bed.
Even though I know it was prompted, it felt so fantastic knowing Taylor thought of me and was grateful for what she feels are my contributions. As I sat in my bed, watching Taylor skip out of my room, I thought to myself, “Mothers’ Day, what a wonderful idea!”
For me, Mother’s Day has always given me the opportunity to acknowledge my own mother. Lately, however, I feel a mild frustration on this day, in regards to expressing to my mother just how much she means to me. I can manipulate the English language with the precision of a politician, but I just can’t find the right combination of words to articulate how much I love her and how grateful I am for who she is.
We often think of our parents as superheroes when we are children; well, I never stopped seeing my mother this way. She sacrifices big, loves hard, and hurts deep. But she kept her hand in the Lord’s hand and we beat the odds.
I once thought, you were not truly an adult if you still needed your parents help. However, every year, especially in my adult life, “Mama” has become more significant to me. With the ups and downs of last year, I do not know where I would be, literally, if I did not have my mother to talk to, cry on, pray with and listen to.
When I look at my mother now, how much she has accomplished, I am so proud. She is beautiful, wise, and really funny. Whenever, my sister, brother, and I are together with my mother, there is so much laughter. It’s like we all share some private joke. We are really close (I think closer than most families) and there is a lot of respect between us, and we owe it all to her. I look at my children and pray that we will share the same bond.
To my mother I want to say: Thanks for everything. You mean just so much to me. Thanks for the mommy things and the friend things--and for "staying with me…and doing my hair."
-The Saucy Daughter
2 comments:
That was an awesome mother's day blog... just wonderful!
I was a tear jerker!! Just loved it!!
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