I told my mom that her Mother’s day gift would be a day late. And so it is.
My mom and I are a lot alike. We love to laugh, we love spending time with people, and we love a good football game. I know I can always count on her no matter what because, after all, she’s my mom.
I feel like a lot of people forget about the hard work that it took for parents to raise them and bring them into this world. Teenagers especially these days seem to be locked into their own little zones, totally concentrated on what they want and what they want alone.
I hear people talk about it all the time at school. They talk about how they hate their parents and how they can’t stand them. They are embarrassed to be seen with their mom or dad anywhere, especially if it means that their friends might spot them… they wouldn’t want to be “un-cool”.
I love my parents. My mom sometimes asks me if it is okay for her to hold my hand in a public place. I just smile at her and say of course.
My mom wakes me up every morning. My mom makes my lunch. My mom picks me up from swim practice every day after school (I’m a little behind on Drivers Ed). We eat dinner together as a family every night. We talk about our days and we laugh when my brother reenacts the latest middle school fiasco.
My mom is the best cook on the planet. Now, I know what you’re going to say… “Well you just haven’t tried my mother’s cooking yet.” Nope. I challenge you to a cook off against my mom (yes I just volunteered her), and then we’ll see who’s right.
I love Mother’s day. It’s one of those feel good holidays. You know that you are celebrating someone who deserves it, someone who isn’t in it for the one day a year, but for the other 364.
I know that for some, Mother’s day is hard because it reminds you of someone that you have lost. I don’t pretend to know what it feels like, because I don’t. But what I do know is that your mom loved you.
A mother’s love seems to be endless. Now, it may not seem like it when she denies you that piece of chocolate cake on the counter, but otherwise it is completely reliable. I haven’t done everything right, I haven’t been the perfect daughter, but at the end of the day when I need a hug because I feel like I’ll never make it to college, she’s there.
Well this might have seemed like a randomized tale on moms. Well, that is about right. This doesn’t really relate to (my brilliant high school) at all. But what I can say is that when writing, the words don’t always have to fit a prompt or match perfectly with what you thought it would sound like in your head. Writing is a beautiful way to express what you feel to others and, sometimes, what the others are feeling is the same. It is a way to converse, and teach, and inspire. To learn and feel in ways that one has never dreamed of feeling before. That’s why I love writing. Sometimes I veer off topic (Exhibit A is above) but it doesn’t always matter. As long as one has a passion and a drive for something… and I’ve got to say, a lot of my drive comes from my Mom.