I think the older we get the more we appreciate our mother. We appreciate what she sacrificed so that we could have what we needed growing up. We appreciate the lessons she taught (even if we didn’t understand why til now). We appreciate the words of wisdom, the wiping away of tears, smiles and words of encoragement.
I don’t have any kids so maybe it took me longer to realize how many things she did sacrifice for me and my siblings and what it meant overall to the well being of our family.
I was always a daddy’s girl. When I was younger my dad came first and my mom came second, but the older I became the more I confided in her and spent time with her and the more important she became. As I grew older I think my mom became more important and my dad slowly took second place. It’s not that I wasn’t a daddy’s girl anymore it’s just that he couldn’t give me advice on wifely things or give me the female perspective on menopause.
My dad passed away over two years ago. I have realized over this time that my mom was the rock and still is the rock of our family. Her love and devotion to all of us is the glue that holds our family together. She is always there for us whenever we need her — day or night — to listen or to help us with whatever we need help with. Her strength helped us grieve my dad’s death and keep his memory alive.
As I get older I realize how much she has shaped my world and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. I bought her a heart shaped piece of wood that had the following words written on it:
To the world you are a mom, but to me you are the world.
My mom is my world.
Thanks, Mom! I love you!