Mommy, Saint Mary.
It’s rare that I get a chance to spend time with, and even see my mom anymore – mainly because I’m constantly on the go, working, busy — focusing my attention elsewhere. So busy that I’m almost an entire week late in writing this.
If you get a chance, tell your mother that you love and appreciate her. She is the one who will love you and support you throughout all of your walks of life. She is the one who can dry your tears and her holding you can make any troubles subside. She knows you better than anyone – better than you know yourself, and she will always be there, despite your flaws and faults. She knows something is up – whatever it may be - just by the way you walk up the stairs into your house. She would fight for you, die for you, and has physical pains when she knows something going wrong with you. You are her baby, and she will love you until the bitter end.
My relationship with my mother is a very interesting one; Not only do we look like twins, but our personality, temperament, mannerisms, and behaviors are identical. We know how the other will react, we know what the other is thinking, and we know exactly how to love the other (and push the others’ buttons!). It’s uncanny the resemblance we have physically, but even more uncanny the resemblance we have spiritually and emotionally. When looking at this absolutely stunning woman, I feel like I am looking at myself in the mirror, 36 years from now [sorry to announce your age, Ma ;) ]. I only hope to be half the woman she is today.
She amazes me more and more with each interaction I have with her. She loves in all situations. She has the ability to find joy and optimism on the rainiest of days – in the hardest battles. She acts with love, in every moment of her day, toward every person she encounters. She sacrifices so much to take care of me and my siblings – and everyone, for that matter – to ensure our happiness and comfortability. She has the spirit and innocence of a child, but the soul and wisdom of a weathered, worn grandmother who has experienced all walks of life. I only pray to be the mother, wife, and woman she is when I’m older. She doesn’t judge, boast, or walk proud, but walks with a gentle, humble, and kind aura. She attempts to spread her kindness and love with her forgiveness and light. She has taught me to forgive and forget – to love in all conditions (I’m not perfect…but I try.) - to be a woman with dignity, integrity, and passion. Those of you who know my mother, you know she is a saint, and, without doubt, the best mother in the world.
Mommy, you are the mother of four beautiful, hardworking, and incredible people. I want to make you proud in everything that I do; all of our successes and victories are attributed to you and your impeccable parenting and teachings. I hope to God that as we grow older, we strive to be more like the way you have taught us to be every day – in all aspects of our lives.
So maybe I’m not a week late in writing this as I want to celebrate my mother every day. Although it’s not always easy to praise someone who knows everything about me, and we don’t always get along, it’s important to let her know that in the toughest moments of our relationship is when I love her most – because she emanates true love throughout the tough times we go through, by continuing to love me, and forgive me, despite all of my flaws.
I love you, Mommy.
