Mothers must stand aside, behind, and above, without actually being able to do anything. They have to stand and watch as Barbie dolls are replaced with mobile phones or when the girlfriends get replaced with boyfriends. When their teenage daughters return home late at night, drenched in the scent of cigarette smoke and beer breath; that always means trouble and fights:
“Therese, come here and let me smell your breath”
“But I just had a sip of a beer, and the cigarette smell is because everybody around me smoked, WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? JUST GO? NO WAY! Leave me alone.”
And that continues... Everything goes really badly for a few years years. Then it flattens out a bit... Things gets better, they are not yet entirely undisturbed, but still relatively relaxed.
And suddenly, IT happens.
I WANT TO BE WITH MY MOTHER.
What?
Well, I really want to sit at home with my mom on a Friday night, on the couch, with my feets in her knees, with a typical ‘mom music’ in the background (you know, the kind of music that you hated, but now thinks is really good).
The world is quieter and you feel that everything will work out for you. That is what your mom says at least, and you believe it. From the claim that my mom does not know me, to call mom and ask, “what do you think about it, really?” If mom says this is so, then it is so.
My mother probably did not know that when, as a teenager, I yelled at her “you're ruining my life, what the hell have I done to you?” I still thought she was the best. That’s what I told people, even when I was 14. Because she was there, and she still is.
Sometimes I find myself to behave in the same way as my mother, especially when I talk on the phone to someone that I want to make a good impression on. I then speak with a sweet, soft voice. It used to make me crazy when my mom did it, yet I now do the same thing myself. And when I do it, I get a little satisfied with myself “Mom would have said the same thing, so it must be good”.
Given that it is Mother’s Day on Sunday, I would like to dedicate this short story to my mom because she’s my favourite woman. Smart, strong, wise, beautiful, cool, stubborn, funny and awesome are just some of the adjectives that comes to my mind when I think of her.
My mother means everything to me. Sure we’ve had our battles and so on, but in the ‘big picture’, I feel that we are closer than ever today. Thanks for being there for me mom, I love you!
You are the world's best mom because...
... you are always there for me.
... you support me in difficult moments.
... you believe in me.
... you helped me with my homework.
... you cook the best lasagnes.
... you love me even when I don't deserve it.
... you held me when I was afraid of the dark.
... you've given me a wonderful childhood!
... you always wish me well!
... you comforted me when I was little and sad.
... you comfort me, even today!
... you taught me how to eat.
... you taught me to never start a fight but always fight back.
... you taught me how to drive.
... you taught me SO much about life!
... you are YOU!
Love you Mom!!!
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