This Sunday is Mother’s Day. Mothers are special; they are our soft place to fall when we have made bad decisions and warden when we need to straighten up.
Not only is my mother my parent, she’s also my best friend. She did everything within her power to make sure all of her children had a good life. She has, and always will, look after me. Even when I haven’t seen her for a few days and I assure her I’m ok, she won’t stop until she comes over to see me. My mom’s so special, my dog Tiny, even goes crazy when she pulls into my driveway. Tiny knows her as Granny.
One of my best memories with my mom is when I turned sixteen; I wanted to learn how to drive. I brought this to my mom’s attention; she looked as if she was going to pass out! She was not on board at all and gave me the business about why this was an unrealistic goal. To her point, all the reasons on why I shouldn’t try were valid, but I just had to give it all I had.
I decided to take a class in High School that was offered to students; it was called driver-education. Yes, I signed up to take it even though my Mom was highly against it. Learning the driving laws was not a problem and the driving simulator tests were a breeze. Then it was time to drive on the road and I didn’t do too badly. After a few times out, my driving instructor, Mr. Bill, requested a parent teacher conference with my mom. He expressed that I wasn’t a bad driver and would probably be able to drive around the neighborhood. He did say there would need to be a licensed driver in the car with me at all times. Mr. Bill believed I would probably never get my licenses. Although it was apparent my mom was sad for me, I could tell she was relieved. She was glad Mr. Bill, a professional driver instructor, gave me his diagnoses; for sure I would have to heed to his analyses?
Well, I usually don’t give up that easily!
I finally passed and received my driver’s license. It took a lot of practice and testing, but I accomplished my goal. It was twenty something years ago, so I guess Mr. Bill was wrong. Now I drive mom and myself to the store (that’s not around the corner), church, and to get ice-cream. As we sit and enjoy our treat, she often says, “I didn’t think you were going to be able to drive, but I’m glad I was wrong, I’m proud of you.” My response to her is always, “thanks mom, to be honest, I wasn’t sure either.”
Although my mom wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to drive, she still stuck by my side. Moms are the salt of the earth. I believe they were put on earth to anchor things good or bad.
This Mother’s Day, whether your mom is here in the physical or in your heart, celebrate by telling someone a story or tale that celebrates HER. Happy Mother’s Day to all moms, near and far.