“All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” – Abraham Lincoln
On May 14th of 1995, my mother celebrated her very first Mother’s Day. I’d like to think my father and I bought her flowers, a beautiful card, and took her out to a lovely Sunday brunch after church. However, the reality is that at just ten-and-a-half months old, I most likely kept her up all night and woke her up as soon as she had finally started to doze off. I probably fussed the entire mass and kept her from hearing the homily, and I surely did not allow her the peace and quiet of a morning coffee at her favorite little bakery in downtown Bay Village, Ohio.
On May 19th of 2000, with a beaming smile and a brand new digital camera, my mother sat in the front row of my kindergarten graduation ceremony, cheering for me as I walked across the gymnasium floor. Proud as can be, she then proceeded to tell anyone and everyone that would listen that I had mastered my ABCs, the color wheel, and counting to a hundred.
On August 11th of 2008, my mother watched from across the street as I walked to the bus stop alone, in the dark, at 6:00 in the morning. It was my first day of high school, and the change in our lives was monumental; no longer would she beat me home, make me a snack, and sit down with me to help me with my homework before cooking a nice dinner for the family.
On March 14th of 2018, with tears in her eyes, my mother stood in the doorway as I backed out of the driveway with a car filled to the brim with twenty-three years’ worth of belongings. We swore up and down it would be a joyous occasion, and it was, but leaving the comfort of my childhood home and knowing I could no longer crawl into bed with her at any given time hurt my heart. The last thing she said before I drove away was, “You are my happy place.”
All mothers, especially mine, are special and should be celebrated more than just one day a year. They bring literal life into the world. They exude love, kindness, and compassion each and every day. They speak softly in times of trouble, offer limitless hugs in times of sorrow, throw congratulatory celebrations in times of triumph, and provide infinite support in every other situation.
So, today and every day, I encourage you to reach out to your mother. Thank her. Tell her how much you appreciate the many years of dedication she put into making you, you. Tell her you love her. Tell her how lucky you are that she is the one you get to learn from. Tell her.