Last week I started devoting weekends to celebrating the things moms do that make them superheroes in the eyes of their families. Since Mother’s Day is tomorrow, this week I’d like you to share your favorite Mother’s Day memory. I’ll share mine!
My Favorite Mother’s Day Memory
My favorite Mother’s Day memory is one I don’t remember. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I’ll explain. When visiting my mom last summer, I had to borrow a stamp from her desk drawer, an area I don’t usually spend time in when visiting her. Hanging above her desk was a poem I had written to her as a child that I don’t remember writing.
My mom had to work long hours when I was growing up to support our family. Consequently, though I knew she loved me, I didn’t spend much time with her and never felt especially close to her. We certainly didn’t express our feelings for one another very often and by the time I became a teenager, we could barely hide our disdain for one another.
You wouldn’t know any of this to read the poem framed above my mother’s desk. The child that wrote it had obviously had a brief moment of clarity regarding her feelings towards her mother and she laid them out quite clearly and emotionally. I know my mother cherished this poem because it was a rare display of affection from me. I picture her pulling it out after sending me to my room as a teenager for mouthing off to her to remind herself that there was a kind, loving child in me somewhere.
I am blessed with better children than I was years ago. I am also blessed to be able to stay home and watch them grow up. Consequently we exchange lots of hugs and kind words and encouragement. I have hundreds of memories that I carry with me to draw upon when we have a not-so-great day together.
It saddens me a little that my mom and I don’t share that experience with one another. But I am so glad that I found the words once to let her know that I appreciated the sacrifices she made for me and that I loved her even if we didn’t always enjoy each other’s company. They are a reminder of what I should do each day, while I still have the chance. For this reason, that poem I forgot I wrote, is my favorite Mother’s Day memory.
What’s Your Favorite Mother’s Day Memory?
Please feel free to share your favorite Mother’s Day memory in the comments. I love to hear your heartwarming stories!