Sunday, May 10, 2009

are you my mother?

http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/30/the-marian-robinson-effect/

these are just a couple of articles that i felt were appropriate for this very special day...  enjoy
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happy mother's day to my ever-supporting-never-giving-up-on-you mom...  my mom is a great person... and i strive every day to be more like her...

my older sister and i were born six years apart and amazingly on the same day..  go figure my mom would plan that sort of thing..  my sister spent the better part of her high school years on Oahu going to private school and because of this i always felt like an only child...  having no one else to "hang out" with i hung out with my mom...  

i remember spending many Saturdays lying  under a desk in an office where my mom worked reading books or playing games...  it didn't occurred to me at the time that the reason why my mom worked two, and at one time three, jobs was to earn the extra money it took to provide for us girls...  all i knew at the time was i wanted to be out with my friends but instead i had to be there all day...  

when i was in jr. high i never understood why my best friend, who had five people in her household, always had the best looking folders or the newest pair of "Bongo" jeans or more outfits than i did...  we lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school and her mom didn't even work at the time...  i just didn't get it...  

but then again i remember our first trip to California to visit colleges for my sister...  we spent a week and a half traveling from san francisco to  san diego...  the minute we landed in san francisco i knew our trip was going to be fun fun fun...  while my dad was trying to arrange a taxi to take us to our hotel my mom was talking to a limo driver who ended up driving us...  we went on endless shopping trips...  and spent two whole days at Disneyland...  we had the time of our lives...  

and as i look back upon that trip i realize that my mom let us buy whatever we wanted...  i mean like outfits and princess hats and silly things...  and not once did she blink an eyelash at the price...  but then again i realize that she really didn't buy anything for herself...  

i realize now that she's always been that way...  she has always put our wants and needs before her own...  my mom is an extremely selfless person...  underneath her quite persona is a woman who put her family first in all that she did... and for this i am truly grateful...

as she sits here at my kitchen table, pouring over some thousand and one photos which i've developed for her i wonder what she's thinking as she places each photo lovingly into her album...  is she remembering that moment, frozen in time by a single click of a button...  every so often she asks me to go over to look at a photo but otherwise she sits and smiles silently to herself...

i wonder...  did i turn out to be the daughter that she hoped that i would be...  i have a lot of years ahead of me but i wonder, have i done a good job so far...

let's see at five years i think i was an okay kid...  i did as i was told..  i was respectful and kind... and i think i was helpful too... at ten i think i was an even better kid... i went where she went...  i wanted to be just like her when i grew up...  and i distinctly remember telling her so on more than one occasion... at fifteen i think i dealt my first disappointing blow...  but she pushed forward and helped me through it...  at eighteen she was ready for me this time...  and with a steady hand and a loving heart she lead me through the obstacle once again...  when i finally made it to twenty it was my mom who cheered me on...  today i realize that with all of my mistakes came lessons learned...  

so on this day that we celebrate the women in our lives who help us achieve our dreams i would like to thank my mom...  for always putting my needs before her own...  for always loving me...  for never giving up on me...  for always believing that i would be great and that i would go on to do great things...  thanks mom... 

love always, lib


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