Sunday, May 12, 2013

For My Mama

Someone once asked me what my favorite blog post of all time was and I answered them almost immediately. I think they expected me to say my pregnancy announcement with Blake, my recap of Addie's birth or Blake's grand entrance. Although these posts are VERY dear to my heart {and I read them often}, my all time favorite post was one that I dedicated to my Mom in 2009.

At the time, Addie was just a baby and I was about 6 weeks pregnant with Blake. I was in that stage of motherhood where I questioned everything. Was I being the best mom I could to Addie? Was it too soon to be having another baby? Should I accept the night class I was offered to teach? Would I be able to handle two kiddies and give them all the love and attention they needed? I lost so much sleep that year worrying about being the best Mom I could and then one night, as I sat down to write a little post to my Mom, I realized that by having the best Mom in the world...I already knew everything it took to be one myself. I wrote this little note to let her know how much I love and appreciate everything she has taught me and how incredibly LUCKY I am to have her :-)

So Mamacita...here is a little Mother's Day flashback for you.


When I was just a baby...


I didn't realize how special it was that my mom was willing to sacrifice her career to stay home with me. She was already teaching me that being a Mom is the most important job you will ever have in your life.

When I was a toddler...



I didn't realize that my alone time with Mom was coming to an end very soon. My brother Ryan was already on the way and Adam would shortly follow. She was already teaching me that it is possible for a Mother to love all of her children just as much as her first.

When I was a little girl...


I didn't realize that I could survive without being by my Mom's side. I cried every day on the way to school, but she made me go anyway. I cried everyday on the way to gymnastics and piano lessons, but she made me go anyway. She was already teaching me that even though she wasn't right by my side, she would always be there for me when I needed her.

When I was in grade school...


I didn't realize how silly it was to want to be like everyone else. If it was cool to have feathered bangs...I had them. If it was cool to wear 36 friendship bracelets on one arm...I wore them. If it was cool to have a new Halloween costume every year...I had one. My Mom knew I didn't need all these things to be special, but she still helped me feather my bangs every morning and helped me braid friendship bracelets out of her good cross-stitching floss. She was already teaching me that being a good Mom means doing anything you can to make your kids happy...even if it means staying up until 2:00 in the morning to make a one-of-a-kind French Maid costume the night before Halloween.

When I was in high school...


I didn't realize how cool my Mom actually was. Like most teenagers, I thought my mom was out-of-style and out-of-touch with "reality". I remember her saying "Well...then HELP me be more stylish and help me understand your reality". So, we emptied her closet of all jumpers and wooden birdhouse pins and we sat down over coffee and talked about boys. She was already teaching me that Moms don't always know everything...but good Moms are always willing to admit it.

When I was in college...


I didn't realize that my Mom was becoming my best friend. She let me cry to her on the phone when I had a bad day and she let me celebrate with her when I aced a test. She would drive 150 miles in one day just to take me shopping and out to lunch. She would drive 320 miles just to see me dance at one basketball game. She was always there for me, just like she said she would be. She was already teaching me that Mothers and Daughters CAN be best friends.

When I was in grad school...


And stressed beyond belief, I didn't realize that a girl's weekend in Chicago with my Mom would be my saving grace. Once again, my Mom knew what I needed and spent the whole weekend talking to me and encouraging me. She was already teaching me to never give up on my dreams.

When I graduated from college...


I didn't realize just how much my parents sacrificed to send me there. The books they paid for, the rent they helped me with, the campus parking tickets they overlooked (even though I knew they were furious), etc. She was already teaching me that parents still take care of their kids, even when they are hundreds of miles away.

When my Mom graduated from college... 



I didn't realize what an amazing accomplishment that was...until I started working my first full-time job and thought to myself, "how can my Mom find time to work, commute, take care of a family, go to class AND do homework?!!" Oh...and get straight A's while doing it. She was already teaching me that achieving your dreams isn't always easy, but if it is what you want...you can make it happen.

When I got married...



I didn't realize how much my life was going to change. I was now sharing a home, a bank account and a life with someone else. Two sets of hopes, two sets of dreams...both trying to work together as one. My Mom told me that there would be wonderful days...and not-so wonderful days. Easy times...and hard times. But loving someone meant loving them through all of those times. She was already teaching me that being a good wife meant letting go of some of my wants...for someone elses. 

When I was pregnant the first time... 



I didn't realize I would feel so anxious about becoming a Mom myself. Would I know what to do with a new baby? Would she breastfeed? Would she sleep well? Would she bond with me? Would I bond with her? I was so scared about all the unknowns, but my Mom just kept reminding me that I would know what to do when she arrived. She was already teaching me that motherhood comes naturally.

The day I became a Mom...



I didn't realize that I already knew everything I needed to know about being a good Mom because I had learned from the best. She had already taught me how to be caring and nurturing. How to be firm, but understanding. How to be encouraging and supportive. And best of all...she taught me how to be loving and patient. Being a good Mom doesn't come to you all at once. It takes time and practice and I thank God every day that I was blessed with the most amazing Mother, teacher and friend a daughter could ever ask for.

Happy Mother's Day Mamacita. I love you with all my heart :-)


3 comments:

  1. This was always my favorite post. I even printed it out and have it in a special notebook so I can read it all the time. I know I made lots of mistakes as a Mom but so happy that the good things rubbed off on you! You are a fabulous mother and I love you so much!

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