I remember once, when I was 12, and too many hormones were filling my body, and I felt friendless and odd and left out, my Mom picked me up at school at the start of lunch and took me to McDonalds. I remember that this brief reprieve from a world that felt so overwhelming felt like it lasted for hours. I remember wishing that we could do this every single day. I remember feeling grown up and loved having my lunch break out with my Mom. I remember that we talked about how I was feeling at school and what it was like for me. I remember feeling so hopeful after that lunch.
My Mom, and so many of the other Moms in my life, is such an incredible woman. These women balance family and friends and careers. They look after everyone else and often overlook themselves. They are beautiful and motivating and they inspire me every single day.
As I watch so many of my friends take that plunge into motherhood I watch their grace with amazement. I watch how they shift into this new role and I am awed by their capacity for love and care.
My Mom has always been in my corner. Even when she didn’t love my decisions, even when my propensity for a messy home and too few vegetables drove her crazy, she was there.
If I am ever lucky enough to join her in motherhood I hope that I am as graceful, as loving, as kind and as fun. I learned so much about how to be a woman, how to be a person, from my Mom.
Thanks aren’t really enough but: Thanks. Love you.