My mom. She has the most adorable hair style, her fashion sense is at an all-time high and she distributes love like it’s her job. Every single person has a mother who gave birth to them, but I am lucky that my mother became one of the most amazing influences in my life.
We don’t get to see each other that often, as she is holding down the fort in my hometown of Bend, Oregon. It was the perfect place to grow up. There was never a dull moment as we camped and kayaked in the summer and cross-country skied and built snowmen in the winter. We explored every mountain and river, always leaving with memories of a perfect day. Once in a while, we would be rewarded with a snow day. If the gray skies were unleashing an excess of white flakes, I would turn on the radio and jump into my parents bed at 6 am. I waited with bated breath as they announced the schools that were closed for the day. The funny thing wasn’t that we were so excited to have a day off, it was that my mom was almost more excited than us to have a whole play day with her daughters! She would plan cold weather excursions and we’d make snow cones. She’d give us gobs of yarn to weave treacherous spider webs on the staircase and then we’d slide down in sleeping bags, narrowly escaping sudden death by string. And it didn’t stop with snow days. My mom always created the best themed birthday parties and never was without an imaginative game to play at a moments notice. I can’t remember ever feeling bored growing up. In fact, I can’t remember many unhappy times at all. Well, I wasn’t too happy that I got grounded and couldn’t go to homecoming, but I had that punishment coming from a mile away.
My mom was my playmate growing up. As I got older, she shifted her role into a good listener and therapist. I’d come home from school with gossip or a broken heart and she’d always sit on the bar stool in the kitchen and give me her undivided attention. The years went by, and she constantly shifted into different roles. When I was twenty and decided to move across the country and nanny for a family no one had ever met, she became my brave-faced cheerleader. As a mom now, I can see how hard it would be to let your strong-head child make decisions like that. Because of her support, I was able to flourish and grow up. I fell in love for the first time, met a lifelong best friend and found that I had the ability to raise for children under the age of 8.
One of her biggest role shifts came when I decided to move to California. We didn’t’ see eye to eye on some big-ticket life decisions, but she stayed consistently calm and supportive and let me figure out life on my own terms. She remained my rock through each stage of life.
What is the most defining quality she’s given me? Strength. She taught me that life isn’t handed to you on a golden platter; you’ve got to work for it. I always knew that life would have obstacles, and learned the difference between those I could change and those that were out of my control. My mother was a daily reminder that a strong woman is admirable. Strength is what has gotten me through the soap opera drama that I call life!
When looking up Mother’s Day online, I came across something interesting. Anna Jarvis, the creator of Mother’s Day, wishes she had never come up with the holiday because of how commercialized it’s become. So, when you’re celebrating mom today, take out the commercial and give her heart. Tell her your favorite childhood memory, spend time in the sun (or rain) together or pull out old photo albums and laugh at the crazy fashions of the olden days. If you don’t have a mom that you like, send love to the person that molded you into who you are today!
Mom, you are loved beyond measure. You overflow with grace and sincerity and shower sunshine on those around you. You have given me a childhood full of incredibly happy memories. I couldn’t be more honored to call you my mom and my girl’s “Gabbie”. You have blessed my life with each lesson and adoring smile you have bestowed on me. My confidence in motherhood stems from my strong upbringing and the hero that I look up to. All my love to you on this celebratory day, Brita
To end, here’s my little recap of a truly delightful childhood with an amazing mama:
And here’s the next generation attempting the “perfect” Mother’s day picture. Apparently, perfection wasn’t in the cards, which made it even cuter. Happy Mother’s Day!!
Love to you all!