I normally write about my wee ones, or about crafts/gifts I’m making but this week has a very special day in it that isn’t about either of those topics. It’s my mother’s 65th birthday this week. She is my inspiration every single day. Any time I’ve gotten caught up in society’s “me” attitude I look at her and I am humbled. She is a woman that has made more sacrifices than I can begin to list for her children. She is the epitome of a real wonder woman. There’s a line that Queen Hippolyta says to Wonder Woman before she leaves paradise island: “And remember that, in a world of ordinary mortals, you are a Wonder Woman.” While it was said by and to a make-believe character, nothing comes closer to the truth than that sentence about my mom.
She fights harder than any woman I’ve ever met for her kids and grandkids. But a pushover with us she’s not ;-) We all know not to try and pull crap with her or in any way in general for she’ll find out about…she always finds out, one of her superpowers I’m sure ;-) She’ll fight just as hard with us if she thinks we’re not living up to the potential she sees within us. But Gods forbid you hurt one of hers, mad at us or not she ALWAYS has our backs. I’m far from perfect and like everyone else I’ve made mistakes, said the wrong thing, did the wrong thing. Like all parents she’d get mad at some of my stunts, but no matter how mad she was I always knew she loved me unconditionally. If I’ve ever needed her, she’s been there.
But it’s not just me that she’s so fiercely loyal to. She comes across to others as gruff, as a hard-ass, and if you make her mad she really can be. What often gets overlooked is how loving she is. How far she bends for those she loves, how much she quietly gives in the background to those of us privileged enough to have a spot in her heart. For to be loved by her is to have someone in your corner for the rest of your life, no matter what. She taught me that being a good person is about doing the right thing even when no one was looking. That if I have to wait for others to see, than it’s not being a good person it’s being self-serving. She taught me to follow my dreams, and to live my life according to my own terms. To not bow to anyone’s opinions, not even hers, but to stand strong in my convictions in what is right for me and my kids. Just as she did. She taught us that we could do anything, and that she’d cheer as we soared as high as we dared. She taught us that life isn’t fair, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be. She taught me to be loyal to those I loved, and to work hard for what I wanted. She taught us through her example. She is one of the greatest blessings in my life. I can only hope my own children will look upon me when I’m 65 and see even half the value I see in her presence, in her love, in her friendship, in her.