As I pondered my thoughts about what I wanted to write about this week, my mom seemed to keep distracting me. She was either wanting to drag to me Bed Bath & Beyond, or asking my opinion on tiles for our bathroom being renovated.
Sometimes, I joke around and say I feel like the mom trying to do work with the distracting kid running around, wanting the mom’s attention. Don’t get me wrong, most of the time it’s me nagging my mom and following her around because I’m glued to her hip.
So since my mom was constantly pulling me away from being productive at this moment, I decided to write about my relationship with my mother and how everyone should cherish the moments they have with their loved ones and hug them a little tighter each day.
Embarrassingly admitting, I cried up until 3rd grade everyday in school because I had to be separated from my mom for the six hours I was in school (gasp). I used to pretend I had bad allergies and was sent to the nurse for eye drops all the time because dare I admit to my fellow 3rd grade classmates that I was crying for my mommy (smart little cookie I was). I didn’t even like summer camp (for various reasons) because that meant I was away from my mom during the summer, once I finally was free from school.
I happen to have an extraordinary relationship with my mother, and I am so grateful for it everyday. It saddens me when I hear other girls, or even my own friends, bash their moms and talk bad about them as if their moms don’t have their best interest at heart and love them unconditionally.
We’re not perfect; and yes, maybe if I’ve had an argument with my mom, I’ll huff and puff and complain to my best friend about it. We’re human. But I know by the end of the day, I’ll come home and my mom and I can’t stay mad at each other. My mother always taught me to never hold grudges and that certainly doesn’t change with parent/child relationships.
My mom is my right hand and I go to her for advice on everything. She has crazy instincts (she should be a physic) and they are spot on 99% of the time. What my mom will try advising me about, whether it be a friend who is not loyal, or a guy that I shouldn’t be wasting my time with, I’ll not listen to my mom at first, learn the hard way, then when the truth comes out, I’ll always be amazed at how right she was from the beginning. As I mature, I’m learning to just save myself time and aggravation and listen to my mom when she tells me something straight from the start (I’m trying).
My mother is an incredible woman. I admire her work ethic, as she started from the ground and worked her way up with owning her own business with my father before my brother and I came along. After having much success with her skin care and nail salon, once I came along and my brother was still only a toddler, my mother walked away from it all because she wanted to be there to care and tend to her children and not have a rando raise us, as my dad was obviously at work during the day too (much appreciated ma!).
Working from the age of 14 and learning how to balance a checkbook is all thanks to the work ethic that was instilled in me from both my parents, as this sure comes in handy once one is in her twenties.
My mother is compassionate and has taught me to always have empathy towards others and treat people the way I want to be treated. I am the woman I am today because of my mother.
I am so thankful for coming from a woman like my mother. The stalk did a pretty good job dropping me off at my parent’s house and being raised by good people like themselves. Kudos to you both for being amazing!
Side note- I’m super close to my dad too and we have a very special bond, but the spotlight is being shined on mom for this one dad, you’ll get your time.
My fellow twenty somethings, appreciate those who love and care for you, whether they are your biological parents or those who have raised you and love you unconditionally. We are all here on borrowed time, so next time you’re with your loved one, thank them for all they have done for you and all the live you live because of them.
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