Not being a mom myself, I celebrate the women who are on days such as these. I read so many posts and reflections on how close some people are with their mothers and families and how wonderful the relationship has been all along, and they don't know where they would be without that woman in their life. Well, I may have not always gotten along with my mother. I may have given her a hard time because I was an evil teenager confused and conflicted and learning how to grow up. Maybe. The jury is still out.
I have many fond memories with my mother from growing up. She is a fantastic, strong, energetic, miraculous woman. I cherish my childhood memories with her, and with other family members as well.
I just recognize that although were weren't always best friends, she was ALWAYS my mom. And I mean that in the sense of when I resisted, being a stubborn child from the moment I was born, she held her ground. She wasn't trying to be my best friend because that isn't always what we need our moms to be. We need them to teach us, encourage us, and perhaps sometimes- scold us.
My mother was my biggest cheerleader, as well as being my sisters, and perhaps our whole high school sports teams. She was at every game, witnessed every moment, and every injury. Still to this day if we need help with something, the first thing she does is offer to be there for us, and comes to help.
