I realize that it isn't actually Mother's Day and I am a few days late, but considering my history with blogging, consistency hasn't always been my strong point anyways.
This year is Mother's Day #2 without my mom, and though it isn't easy seeing all the Facebook status's and pictures reminding me that most friends and families are spending the day with their moms, I am thankful for the memories I have to remember her by on this particular day.
I have had many people ask me what my favorite memory of my mom is. Not that I don't have a million great memories of my mom, but to pick just one out of 21 years is a bit challenging. I recently came to a realization about the relationship my mom and I had that I really cherish.
I was fortunate to have grown up with a mom who was able to stay at home and be with us kids. And while I'm slightly embarrassed to admit it, she home schooled my sister and I until the fourth grade, when I, pink wind suit and stretch pants, entered public school. Needless to say, my mom has always been that quiet comfort at home, the person I could always count on to be there when I needed her. I certainly gave her a run for her money during high school--and yet she loved me with no end, despite the sleepless nights waiting for me to come home or nagging me to do my homework. And even still, I cherish the stupid fights we had about not cleaning my room or picking on my sister. Isn't that what moms with teenagers are for??
When I went to college our relationship changed dramatically. She was the person I called between classes, received encouraging emails with bible verses from, and talked about nothing with. I am so thankful for these sweet memories, and while I can't give you a specific memory that tops all others, I can tell you that I had the worlds' best mom. And while I may be a little bias, I think that most people who knew her would agree.
Most importantly, her and my dad gave me the greatest gift of all by raising me in a home where God came first. Without their guidance and example of living a life for Christ (along with 18 years of forcing me to go to church regardless of whether or not I wanted to:) I would probably not be where I am today. My hope is that one day, my own children will look at me on Mothers Day the way I remember mine.
2 comments:
(I had no idea you had a blog!!! This will be my new favorite past time at work :))
I am sure Mother's Day will always be filled with mixed emotions, but I'm glad you are seeing the beauty in this day; that she was picked Perfectly to be you and your sibilings mom. It's clear she was an eternal seeker, for you guys, and there is not a better example than that.
This is so sweet, Stephanie! ...I'm sobbing now! :)
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