Isn’t it true that no matter how old you are, you sometimes just want your mom?
I find myself needing and wanting my mom. When something AWESOME happens, I have to call her first because I know she’ll celebrate with me. When something TERRIBLE happens, I need her to tell me it will be okay. I want to crawl into her bed and have her rub my head. If I have a big, important dinner…. I need my mom to tell me I look nice and that she likes my makeup. Of course, I wish it was always like that. But sadly, it’s not.
My mom is the only one who is ever brutally honest. Sure, she may try to be polite, but we all know what she means when she says, “that top you have on is quite interesting.” ….ok, Mom, I’ll go change.
The teenage years were fun (NOT!). I’m sure they were a blast for her as well. To be sharing a house with a hormonal boy-crazy, shoe-obsessed, teenage girl. There were years where she wasn’t my friend, but she was always my Mom. I didn’t know if I would survive those years. I don’t know how I did. I guess my mom has much more patience than I thought.
Even still … when we were fighting and screaming, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, that she loved me more than anyone on this planet… she told me so every single day of my life. Over and over she reminded us just how important being a Mom was to her, and for that I am so grateful. I grew up knowing that not only was I wanted …. I was prayed for, loved and cherished. As I got older, my Mom became my friend …. my best friend.
My Mom is the reason I am doing Merrymaking Events. Every since I can remember, my mom introduced me as her “Creative child”… before I knew it, that was my identity and I felt comfortable being creative. I was always doing crafts, coloring contests, and using glitter and my Mom was with me every step of the way to encourage, believe and inspire me. She is much more creative than me, but she always let me have my spotlight. For example, I know that she could have done a better 3rd grade project for me….. but since she encouraged me to do it… I was able to go on to bigger and more fun ideas! She never thought my ideas were silly, or stupid and she always helped me figure out how to make it work. I know, if not for her,I wouldn’t have had the courage… to step out on my own and put myself, my talents, and my creativity out there for all too see.
Actually, one of my favorite parts of a wedding is when the Mom sees their child all ready to get married and gets tears in her eyes (it’s a mom thing). To see her watch her child, all grown up, and starting a life of their own, She is so proud. She is so sad to let go. I can almost see the film reel playing in her head.. riding the bike for the first time or throwing a baseball. Their first scrapped knee or their first steps. The first day of school, first dates, first love and first kiss. It gets me…. every. single. time. I’m a mush.
What I want to tell her is that there are so many moments when they will need you. Their first “real” fight as husband and wife. When they become a parent and suddenly need you to teach them how to be just like you were to them. There are so many joys of being a Mom, and this weekend I am blessed for my Mom and feel lucky to be called Mom by the most amazing kids…. I am truly blessed.
“Everything I am, or hope to be, is because of my Mom.” Thank you Mom!