5.09.2011

(late) mother's day

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My mom tells the story of my birth every time I have a birthday. My dad was thousands of miles away in Japan, and I was supposed to come on Christmas. Two weeks early, she delivered me by herself, and - because she was alone, she asked the nurse to bring me in to her room so she could hold me all night. She didn't want to be alone.

I love to think about that time. I think those hours set a precedence of love and friendship and understanding that have followed me throughout my life with my mom. She loved me in my early years - with memories of teaching me to read, each letter shaping who I would become, what I would love - allowing me to wear my favorite chicken dress everyday and staying up late to wash it at night so it would be clean for me in the morning - shaping my imagination with trips to the library, and prompts for new stories and poems.

And my later years - where she put up with my teenage attitude, my complaining about clothes and boys, the times where she would tell me she loved me at random, which is exactly what I needed to hear then. She always knew when I felt unloved. She always reminded me that even if no one else loved me, she did.

That's the thing about mom's. They love you most, and in turn - teach you to love yourself. Which I believe, is the most important thing you can do.

Happy Mother's day to all of those mom's out there.

8 comments:

bee. said...

This is just the sweetest post!

Brittany said...

what a beautiful little tribute. she sounds wonderful.

kate said...

such a pretty post. your mom is beautiful!

Autumn said...

Moms have that way. That is a sweet story about your birth.

Mallory Camille said...

had to hold back some tears reading that part about your mom not wanting to be alone...
beautiful.

Brooke Knecht said...

Beautiful, you guys look a lot alike!

Dori said...

You are so nice. You make being a mother so much fun. I love you.

Ana* said...

what a sweet post, happy (late) mother's day to her