My mother is confident, organized, hard-working, tall…
I’m more rushed, less organized, much less put together, a lowly 5’8.
By the time she was 24, my mother was married, had me (the oldest of four) and had opened her own business. That business was our family’s mainstay over the next 20 years.
When I was 24… *grasshoppers chirping*
My mother offers pretty big shoes to fill — literally, she has huge feet — but also figuratively. She raised three children on her own when my dad passed away. She later remarried and added another kiddo to the crew. And she did it all with perfect lipstick. Nothing frazzles her.
If times were tough, and I’m sure they were, we never knew. She somehow juggled kids in band, ball and her own business (in later years, two of them). I tried to be a working mother for one year and had to quit before I completely disintegrated.
I would like to think that since she is the mother that taught me everything I know, I’m something like her. In some ways I think I am. She’s pretty level-headed, I’m the same. There’s not a lot that shakes either of us. Family means a lot to her. Me too! Her generosity is immeasurable. I’m trying to work on that area.
But we’re also very different. Neither of us wrong, just different. I hold onto things, she gets rid of more stuff than Goodwill can hold. I am patient to a fault, she is stricter. She listens to country, but I’m working on that! There might be an Adele CD in her Mother’s Day stocking. (Mom, if you’re reading, make a Mother’s Day stocking.)
I feel bad sometimes because I really can’t come close to measuring up to her. I will never be as creative as she is. I’ll never be able to build a deck like she can do. Let me tell you, the lady knows how to operate a saw. I’ll never be able to keep my house as clean as she can keep hers. But she gives me a great pinnacle to reach.
She also has 25+ years of experience in the mommyhood. That’s a lifetime of wisdom away from where I am. I am so thankful to have her as a guide, the most amazing reference material anyone could need.
“Mom, do you think he’s too big? Too small?”
“Mom, I just found the grossest thing in his diaper, look and tell me what it is.”
“Mom, he keeps telling me no. What do I do?”
As I grow into my mommy shoes, I have faith that my mancub wont be a total mess. Afterall, my mom taught me everything I know and I turned out OK, I think…
I love you Mom!