My husband and I spent all of yesterday with momma to celebrate Mother's Day. We spent most of the day just talking, and the topic kept coming back to children: her children at the school were she works, my sister and I as children, and the possibility of my husband and I ever having children.
My mom was a stay-at-home mom. I said it's hard to imagine being able to afford staying at home with my future children. She said it's not easy, and because of it, we never had the best clothes or nicest things.
That shocked me, because that's not how I remember my childhood at all.
"Why do you think you had to pay for your own car? College?" She said.
Sure, working and saving to pay for things was difficult, and I'm sure I was annoying about it at first, but I also learned the importance of hard work. If I wanted something, I'd have to work for it. Because of those lessons, I've never expected anything from anyone a single day of my life.
I remember having the most loving childhood imaginable. I felt lucky that my mom was at home taking care of us, and a lot of times she acted as both mom and dad, because my dad is a truck driver. I felt lucky to have her around because she went above and beyond the call of duty: she was room mom. She went on field trips. She helped run my Girl Scout troop. She was so involved in my life that I never took time to notice the clothes on my back.
Her love carried us. And it still does to this day.
Every mom has a different job, every mom takes a different approach. I'm not here to say one is better than another, but I know that every mother shapes their child in their own unique way.
My mom? She taught me family over everything else. She taught me to be independent, smart, and encouraged me to try harder, be better. She even taught me to be a little hard-headed and stubborn, but that's come in handy more than most people would ever realize.
I love my mom; she's perfect just the way she is. I couldn't ask for a better mother.
Happy Mother's Day, momma. I love you so much.