My mom sadly passed away at the tender age of 60. I was in my late 20’s at the time, and it was the most traumatic experience of my life. I felt like my oldest friend had been taken away from me and there was nothing I could do to bring her back.
Of course, she was a lot more than just my oldest friend. She was my counselor. She was the person who didn’t hesitate to take my laundry home and have it washed and ironed by the next day when own my washing machine broke down. She was the person who gave my children chocolate when I told her not to. She was my children’s favorite story book reader. She was my favorite story book reader. Even after five years of conscious determination, I couldn’t play the part of Snigglefritz the Dragon without being told ‘Nanny does the voices better,’ and Nanny never even practiced.
While me and my partner were clearing out my Mom’s house after she passed on, we found a big green box hidden in a drawer in her spare bedroom. Inside, we found hundreds of photographs and me and my brother from when we were young. We found every birthday and Christmas card I’d ever given her over the years. We found postcards I had sent her from school trips and all the Christmas wish lists I’d made back in more adolescent days. I found broken toys, old books, posters of TV shows which had long been cancelled. She had kept everything from my childhood and I had no idea.
Because that’s what a mother does. It’s easy to forget that at one point we were helpless toddlers who cried until our moms rushed to us, or young men starting our first day at school, unbeknownst that our moms were looking on proud on the other side of the gates.
But a mother wouldn’t ever forget these precious memories.
These are the moments she keeps locked away; whether it be in a big box in her spare room or in her heart.
As Mother’s Day fast approaches, there will be no shortage of tributes paid to the mothers of top celebrities. Last year we saw stars like David Beckham and Holly Willoughby praise the guidance of their Moms, and this year is sure to be no different. But Mother’s Day is for every type of mom. The stay-at-home moms and the 9-5 moms. The moms who juggle careers and education and still manage to get up at 4am for the night feed. The moms who don’t have an endless supply of money would spend their last penny to see their kids smile.
This tribute is for the moms who have double checked our work. The homework editors. Actually, who am I kidding? More like the homeworker originators. The moms who did our last minute Geography projects for us when we finally admitted we needed help and the moms who forced us into school even though they knew we hated PE.
Without mothers, we would be nowhere.
My mom pushed me harder than anyone in my life. Without her, a lot of homework would have gone unfinished and a lot of grades would have been accompanied with ‘see me’ in red letters. She pushed me to the point of perfection and I’m eternally grateful for her encouragement. She was the best editor I could have ever asked for, checking all my work for grammatical and spelling errors and pointing out the most frivolous of mistakes. When I often pointed out that it ‘didn’t matter,’ she was the first person in my life to make me realise that it did.
Apostrophes mattered. Semi-colons mattered. I regularly had to reprint whole assignments just because a few dashes were missing, and if my mom hadn’t made me be so thorough, perhaps I wouldn’t be doing this article now, and I certainly wouldn’t be doing it for a living.
Let’s be honest; when life gets tough, or when something major happens– we talk to our mom. Got some good news? We’ll call mom. Bad news? We’ll call mom.
Relationship break up? DIY problem? Bad day? We’ll call mom.
Our moms are the shoulder we prefer to cry on. A unique comfort unavailable anywhere else.
And even if we’re not talking, we still want our mom.
I rarely saw my mom in her last few years, perhaps once a month at most. That may seem a lot considering I was constantly travelling for work and raising two kids, but I know now that it was far too little. Since we parted ways I’ve found myself wanting to make one last call to her. Maybe have one last brew together while idly watching Countdown and telling her what character my daughter is dressing up for on World Book Day (and pretending like either of us, has heard of the book).
Since I’ve found myself wanting this, I’ve realised that motherhood is what connects us. Maybe in a few generations’ time my son and daughter will be writing their own tributes to their Moms. Motherhood is undoubtedly the hand that rocks the cradle that inevitably rules the world.
Moms are the people who made us who we are today. They made us laugh. They made us better people. They inspired us. They influenced our careers. They stood by us when we made good decisions and tended to us when we made bad ones. They’re the women who made us who we are today, and raised us from childhood to adulthood and beyond.
So Mother’s Day is the day we can celebrate the unsung heroes who have sacrificed so much for the sake of their children. The sleepless nights, the cleaning sick off the walls and the birds and bees conversations. These are the real white knights, and on Mother’s Day they can be celebrated as they deserve. But in our hearts, we all know that just one day will never be enough.
Thank you mom for everything,
Your Loving Son....
The Sun – Mother’s Day tributes - http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/6981258/Mothers-Day-2016-David-Beckham-and-a-host-of-celebs-pay-tribute-to-their-mums.html
“The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World" by William Ross Wallace - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hand_That_Rocks_the_Cradle_%28poem%29
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