Dedication: Mama’s Morning Room
There are so many wonderful moms in the world, and so many types of moms – foster, adoptive, biological, spiritual – all of them important in our lives. As I got a chance to write about mothers in “Mama’s Morning Room” I tried to reflect many of the different types of mothers in Eleanor, Carol, and Dinah, but none of them compare to my own mother. She was an obvious choice to dedicate my Holliday Hotel book celebrating Mother’s Day.
I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I look like my mom, but the similarity goes deeper than that. We have similar personalities and interests, similar flaws and strengths. Growing up I always felt like my mom was tougher on me than my siblings and when I’d remind her that I was a lot like her, her response was always, “I don’t want you to be me. I want you to be better than me.” I didn’t understand it then, but now that I have my own daughter with remarkable similarities to her mother I get it.
Mothers want their children to do well in life. I don’t mean that we want them to be wealthy or famous necessarily. We simply want them to have the tools to get through life, to be ‘good’ people, to thrive. My mom wanted to correct the things in me that she felt would accomplish that – and I do the same to my own children.
As I got older, however, our similarities bonded us tightly together. Who else could I turn to in tears because of the inner wars I was battling? Who else would understand that I don’t want to be the way I am and yet don’t know how else to do things? Who else understands the crazy thoughts that sometimes seem to overpower my logical reasoning? My mom fully understands all those things and more. As I talked with her about it, our relationship deepened and we grew closer, understanding that we weren’t alone and didn’t have to carry those burdens alone either.
Now we’re not only mother and daughter, but we’re friends as well. When I arrange a chick flick night or a girls getaway, my mom is the first person I invite. I simply enjoy being with her. We laugh a lot when we’re together, but we’ve also cried. We’ve gotten angry with each other, but have gotten through those difficulties. I go to her for advice or to vent. She gives me companionship and her home is always open to me.
My mom isn’t perfect (my kids’ mom isn’t either), but I think Proverbs 31:28-29 sums up how I feel about my mom.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
Thank you, Mom! I love you!
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