Tis the season and all that jazz to think about...
I could and probably should put a picture of my sweet momma...
But she would not like that.
My mother is a lot of great things. She is funny. She is compassionate. She is loving. She is kind. She is spiritual. She has an amazing laugh that she shares freely. She would walk over fiery coals for her family. She has spent every waking moment of her married life focused on her family even when she was helping others.
She is not perfect. And she will laugh when she reads this.
She is not like other mothers.
I know. You think this about your mother too. And you should.
In my lifetime I have had many friends whose mothers were nothing like mine. I have friends who physically leave town so that they can dodge Mother's Day and the painful reminders and ironies that it brings. My mother mothers them too. Without me telling her who they are. And not as she mothered me because frankly, some of them couldn't bear it. But she mothers them in the ways that will make sense to them. Intuitively.
When I was little I would watch as she would put her make-up on and she would transform. From a tired, overworked, underpaid Everymom to my own personal fairy princess. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I still do.