I really don't like this day, and I don't like that I don't like it. I always try to focus on my mom, or relatives or friends celebrating their first child, like my nephew and his wife. I like to think of my friends becoming mothers after having loses, and friends becoming mothers through adoption. One friend just posted today about having spent her first 24 hours with her new daughter in Ethiopia. I truly am so happy for them, and so thankful to God for His blessings. Every year I manage to find others to be happy for, and stave off the pity party that invites me to join in. Well, most years. And I try to remember those moms who have lost children in the past year, or those who have lost their mothers. Perhpas they are dreading this day, too. But this is supposed to be about my mom, not me.
I put my mom through so much. She said I was a fussy baby after they moved to a new home when I was two. I've been a challenge, and have been the cause of many gray hairs on her beautiful head. There have been the trips to the emergency room for broken bones, and numerous scrapes and sunburns that she so gently cared for. I remember her coming into my room at night to put cream on my sunburned face. I know I am special because my mom has told me so all my life. When someone tells you that enough, you believe it. Now, I spend my time telling girls they are special, they are unique, and there is no one like them -just like my mom told me. I do this in a country where little girls are not valued as much as boys. I teach moms to encourage their daughters to be all God wants them to be, to want God's best for them. He has a plan for their lives. My mom encouraged me, I want to encourage others.
My mom is still living and still with my dad. That is such a gift. She is beautiful. She is kind and thoughtful. She is a worrier. I hate that I still cause her worry after fifty something years. While she would rather me be on the same continent, she believes in what I am doing, and wants me to be where God wants me to be. She doesn't make me feel guilty about not being there, she just makes me feel wanted and loved. She is supportive.
She always remembers to send my dog gifts, too. She talks to him on Skype. He's my baby and she is an excellent grandma. She's never said hurtful things to me about not giving her grandchildren. She has loved on all the strays (the human kind) I bring home, and tolerated the animals. She loves on my godchildren even from a distance. I have never outgrown my need for or love for my mommy. There are times when just nothing else will do and I am so thankful for Skype. I make sure my mom knows that I am safe, and that I love her, every chance I get.