Ah Mother’s Day.
No, it’s not today. So all of you that didn’t buy flowers or a card or wish your mother a Happy Mother’s Day, don’t worry, you still have a few days.
If you read my earlier posts, you would think that this may be one of the hardest days of the year for me. I may never get a Happy Mother’s Day card, a World’s Greatest Mommy coffee mug, or a hand painted covered piece of paper that is equal to a Michelangelo masterpiece. I may never get served breakfast in bed by my little rugrats, go to Muffins with Mommy, or have a bottomless drawer filled with mementos of hand crafted presents throughout the years.
But.
Since I was “diagnosed” with MRKH I always felt the complete opposite on Mother’s Day. For that, I have my mother, to thank.
I don’t know how to even begin to express how I feel about my mom. We always joke that if I grew up with her, we would have been best of friends because that’s what we are now. I love the music she grew up with. Her fashion sense when it came to dressing my sister and I was a little questionable, but back in the day, she could pull off some clothes that I always tell her I wish she kept. Everyone that sees her senior picture often comment on how much we look alike. I was recently looking for some of my dad’s handwriting for my next tattoo and I came across a bunch of journals my mom used to keep. I know I didn’t get my love of writing from my dad so it was cool to think maybe that’s another thing my mom and I have in common. When my grandpa was sick, everyone told me I should have been a nurse because of how I was with him. But, then I saw how my mom was with my dad, and that’s where I got my compassion from. My mom was literally my dad’s angel. Everyone could see that; he even saw that. My mom was and is literally the strongest person I know, not physically, but mentally, I don’t know how that woman does it.
I know we can’t pick who our mothers, fathers, sons, or daughters are. But I truly believe that I was blessed to have the mother I have to see life through her. I got to see what she went through with her parents when they got sick, what she went through caring for my father, and what she still continues to go through from what her three children throw at her day after day. This woman, my mother, my soulmate, my best friend, amazes me day after day by her courage, her strength, her willingness to always help no matter how she feels. She has shown me, not just by her words, but by her actions, how I hope to be one day. I have to admit, my siblings and I haven’t always been the easiest to deal with. But no matter what surprises come her way, she is there for us, with her unconditional love and support and eyebrow raises. She hasn’t always agreed with our decisions and trust me, she lets us know with her hands on her hips because she is so angry, but she also lets us find our own way and is always there for us when we need to find our way back home.
Today, Mother’s Day, and every day in between, I want you to know that I love you and I thank you for being you and allowing me to be me, even if I do crazy things and I’m not perfect. Your constant love and support have shown me it is okay to be perfectly imperfect.
