Ode to My Mama

Typically on Mothers’ Day, you think about your mom. This year, I actually thought about my mom the whole day. I’ve actually been thinking about her a lot the past few months. She’s been through a lot this year, taking on my grandfather’s caretaking for six months, and losing her older sister and both her parents all within that time period.

I’m happy to know that through her grief, she’s remembering to take care of herself. A lot of moms forget to do that.

I’m lucky that she’s there for me for late night meltdowns and emergency care packages filled with candy and new sheets (I usually keep mine long after there are holes in them). For the miles of sandwiches she’s made just the way I like over the years, the unconditional I love yous that so often elicited no response, for giving me space when I needed it, yet knowing when I needed her at my side and being there.
I’m glad she is full of life, love and laughter.
I’m glad she’s made me the woman I am.