I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. Maybe since my daughter is entering junior high next year, I’m constantly aware that I was about her age when my dad died. And, now, that makes me about my mom’s age when it all happened. Though I’d never presume to understand the feelings she had, I’m seeing it from her perspective a bit more. Today it’s not unusual for kids to be raised by a single parent, but it was then. For most of my formative years, mom was both mother & father. She was there for the major (and the minor ones that felt major) events, and gave the support of two people.
I think, then, it was something I completely took for granted; that support is just what a parent does. And we do, but it’s hard. Somedays it’s really hard to get up in the morning & take care of everyone else when you really want to pull the covers over your head and stay in bed. I think it took becoming a parent to realize how tremendous, and remarkable, the job really is.
More and more I find myself repeating my mother’s words to my kids. It doesn’t scare me, other than realizing that she was totally right. The lessons she taught me carried us through incredibly tough days, and into brighter years.
*What comes around, goes around.
*Always have your own checking account,
*Anyone can do something, take the time to do it right.
*Family is the one thing that you can always count on.
*Try everything on your plate. You don’t have to like it, but try one bite.
*Most of life’s greatest lessons come from experiencing it.
Thank you, mom. Not just for the lessons, but for being a strong woman. As I mom, I often question if I’m making the right choices. Thank you for teaching me that what’s right for today is sometimes the best answer.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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