Over the past few years I’ve started to take notice of new things and appreciate things that have been in my life from the beginning. I’ve started to really appreciate everything my parents did for me. I’ve started to realize that my parents are people… not just my mom and dad. I see myself in my mom and I see her in me. I relate to her.
It dawned on me that my mom is a girl too. I know, revolutionary. She had elementary school crushes and dreamed of her first kiss with prince charming, just like I did. She played sports in high school and giggled like an idiot with her friends because that’s what girls do, just like I did. She went to college, probably experienced heart-break and got her first job, just like I did.
She has emotions, she feels things and has days where nothing goes right and the world is against her. It’s hard to believe that the woman who always had the answer, always knew what to do and was always there probably had doubts, fears, flew by the seat of her pants… but that never once stopped her from being the best she could be.
It’s weird, I can’t pin point when exactly my mom stopped being a mom, and became a person. But she did. She works because she has to support herself, no longer to support me. She’s always been a great Mom, an amazing mom (though there were a few fights back in high school where I most certainly didn’t support that statement). But now, I realize she’s also an amazing woman, friend, sister, confidant and woman.
I love her and am eternally thankful for her. I’m blessed to be her daughter.