Mother’s Day, For Mom

For mom. We all had one. If you're lucky you still do.

The older I get the more I realize that I hit the jackpot with my momma. She passed away 12 years ago. Miss her. How I wish I could have tea with her on Sunday for Mother’s Day. I’d tell her how much I love and respect her. I’d tell her that now, more than ever, I recognize her resilient strength and faith. I’d pick her brain for advice and perspective, as my sister says, “I’ve got questions!” Betty was wise and patient and she delighted in her seven grandchildren.

I strive to be that for my people. I often fall short, I’m severely human!

I have been a mom (still my most favorite role in my life) and known a lot of moms. Many moms that I know don’t even have their own babies, and many are in fact men.

The way I see it, when we “mother” it's about nurturing and caring for another. It’s showing up in a way that provides comfort and encouragement, listening and laughter. Regardless of reciprocity. It sends a message that “you matter to be, and you are perfect just the way you are.”

That’s the way I feel about you. As momma would say, “I wouldn’t change a hair on your head.”

You are in this tribe, and as my hero Fr. Gregory Boyle says, “we belong to each other.”

Thank you for reading this column each week, thereby mothering me when you do.

Hug someone who has been a mom in your life, it’s such a gift.

Happy Mother’s Day.

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Grateful for you,

Anne