It is that time of year when we turn our minds to recognizing and being grateful for our moms. My mom has been gone for eight years now, but I think of her every day. As this Mother’s Day approached, I started to think about her more than usual. I got thinking about how deeply she influenced my life. I’m one of the lucky people who had a loving, respectful relationship with her mother; I know many people did not. I loved mom deeply, and some might say that I was over bonded to her, but our relationship was built on a foundation of love, trust, and support.
As close as we were, I now can see that I didn’t know my mother deeply. I knew what kind of person she was; I knew her talents. I knew she loved me. I didn’t know her dreams. I didn’t know her life. I didn’t know her joys and sorrows. I guess this is due to mom being a very private person, and I was young, and when I came back home with the wisdom to ask these questions, she had sunk into the abyss called Alzheimer’s. It broke my heart that I would never be able to discover who she was because who she had been was gone.
To those of you who still have moms, I give you this task: as you celebrate your mother, discover who she is. Have deep conversations about her dreams, her passions, find out what she loved to do as a child, add little details to the story you have written about your mother. Embrace the time you have, and above all, be grateful for all your mom has given you.