That is my mom in just and handful of words.
A relationship between a Mother and a Daughter is something some may call “different”.
I don’t remember too much about our relationship when I was a little girl. I know we spent a ton of time visiting Gramma and hanging out at the lake. All the pictures I find of me are me covered in sand with rosy cheeks from the sun.
Growing up was a different story. Apparently raising a teen girl with a ton of attitude wasn’t too much fun. We didn’t have a terrible relationship, don’t get me wrong, but I was one bratty little girl. I don’t really think too much has changed there though.
And then there was the real growing up I had to do a few years ago. My world as I knew it changed (believe me at the time I had no idea it was the best thing to ever happen to me). But who was there, my Mom. She literally picked me up when I was down. I made a huge decision to move away from our small city of Medicine Hat and live all by myself in the huge city of Edmonton. My Mom was scared. I don’t really honestly know how I felt. I just knew it was something I had to do. I moved in with a girl I never met before, started a job with a new company and didn’t look back. I knew that if something happened and this big step didn’t work out, my Mom would be there. Surprisingly enough, the move brought a million things into my life. It brought closure, new friendships, rekindled old friendships, photography, and my loving husband. If my Mom hadn’t picked me up, yelled at me, and cried with me when I needed her the most, none of those things would be in my life. She was my rock. She was my brain and my heart when I didn’t know which to follow. My Mom is the reason I have everything I do and am where I am today. Since then we have been closer than I could have ever imagined.
Fast forward about 5 years. I love my life more than I ever thought I could. I have a great day job as a Manager at a bank. I have an amazing career as a photographer. I own my own house with my insanely handsome husband and we are expecting our first baby. Life is good. Not a day goes by that I don’t know what it took me to get here.
And now, being a pregnant daughter at 28, I cannot imagine how it feels for my mom. When we first found out we were pregnant we didn’t plan on telling anyone for months…I couldn’t do it. I had to tell me Mom. I talk to my Mom at least 2-3 times a week. There was no way I could keep this from her, nor did I want to. I will never forget her reaction when we told her. It was more than I could have expected and it definitely finally made being pregnant real to me. Her eyes lit up and filled with tears and I felt her heart swell. She was complete. My Mom has wanted to be a Gramma for years and years. I am so happy that this is a time in my life that I can share with her.
She is the best Mom in the entire world. She texts me every single day to see how I am feeling. She knows when my doctors appointments are and she cares to know how they go. She has been up to visit us a few times now where she did all of our laundry, cleaned our house, raked our yard, and of course brought us some delicious treats. Just a few days ago she painted my toe nails and gave me a foot massage because I can’t bend down anymore.
Now it’s not the things she does for us, but the fact that she does them. She has the kindest heart I have ever known. She cares so deeply about everyone in her life, so deeply that sometimes she forgets to look out for herself. She is beyond amazing.
I can only hope to be as good of a Mom as she has been to me.
Now because we are having a boy, everyone says how sweet the bond is between a Mom and her Son. I know this, I see it with my Mom and my brother, but I hold my relationship with my Mom so dear to my heart.
It is special.
It is pure.
It is ours.
And no one could ever replace what we have.
So, Mom. I love you more than words could ever say. I could write and write and write the things you have done that have changed my life, or the stuff you have taught me over the years. Just know that everything you have been to me will carry on to my own Son and not a day will go by that won’t have you in it.
You are my world!
I love you Mom!