I’ve had 45 years to be a daughter. The oldest of five to be precise, so I’ve been a daughter as long Mom’s been a mother.
With the arrogance of youth, it took me a while to realize how wise my mother is. After all, a child knows all and a parent can’t possibly understand.
As the years marched on, my mother slowly started getting smarter. A revelation of epic proportions for any child. Each principle and skill she taught me, became more and more valuable.
Be kind to others. Lend a hand to those in need without an expectation of return. An honest day’s labor will only make you stronger. Celebrate every victory. The world is a very big place. Canning is a team sport. Green beans are wily devils that hide in plan sight. Family is forever. Books are portals to other places and worlds.
As time marches forward, our relationship is different-better in many ways. While our personal experiences have diverged, the bonds of mother and daughter are still tightly connected.
I thank my mother for the wisdom (asked for and imparted when I wasn’t ready for it) over the years. I look forward to many more years of marveling at the amazing woman who gave me life.
Thanks Mom! I love you!