I was able to spend some time this weekend with my sweet mother. Living close to her and dad is going to be awesome, I think. Because who loves you like your mother? Having three day weekends every week is going to be awesome, too, because I will be able to go up and see them more often and spend good time up there. So I'm excited.
My relationship with my mother (since you asked) has not always been the best. When I was very young she was a very difficult person to live with. She did a lot of things that she regrets, I'm sorry to say. It was difficult for one as young as me and as naturally sensitive as me to understand. It hurt a lot. But sometime around my junior year in high school all that changed. She went through some extensive therapy which helped her with her stress. That in turn made her more calm and rational, which meant that I could relate to her more easily. I still don't understand it all - how could I? - but I have come to put things in a context that I couldn't before. And especially now that I have my own kids, I understand that parents are just people who are doing their best. My mom always did. Of that, I have no doubt. And I love her for it.
Hers was the face I remember first. Her face full of love and faith and joy. Her face full of pain and sorrow and hurt and anger. Her face so beautiful. So dear. So lovely.
She has become more wrinkled and more infirm. Her body doesn't do what she wants it to do or respond in the way she wants. Her eyes, however, are still full of that same sparkle and love and light. Just like an angel.
So, to all you mothers out there, whatever your circumstance or condition, whatever your ability or lack. Whatever your strengths and failings. Please know that I love you and pray for you always. Because there is no higher call, no greater challenge, no heavier burden, and no sweeter blessing.
My relationship with my mother (since you asked) has not always been the best. When I was very young she was a very difficult person to live with. She did a lot of things that she regrets, I'm sorry to say. It was difficult for one as young as me and as naturally sensitive as me to understand. It hurt a lot. But sometime around my junior year in high school all that changed. She went through some extensive therapy which helped her with her stress. That in turn made her more calm and rational, which meant that I could relate to her more easily. I still don't understand it all - how could I? - but I have come to put things in a context that I couldn't before. And especially now that I have my own kids, I understand that parents are just people who are doing their best. My mom always did. Of that, I have no doubt. And I love her for it.
Hers was the face I remember first. Her face full of love and faith and joy. Her face full of pain and sorrow and hurt and anger. Her face so beautiful. So dear. So lovely.
She has become more wrinkled and more infirm. Her body doesn't do what she wants it to do or respond in the way she wants. Her eyes, however, are still full of that same sparkle and love and light. Just like an angel.
So, to all you mothers out there, whatever your circumstance or condition, whatever your ability or lack. Whatever your strengths and failings. Please know that I love you and pray for you always. Because there is no higher call, no greater challenge, no heavier burden, and no sweeter blessing.
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