Lessons Learned: Mother's Day
Published: May 13, 2006
On Mother’s Day we take the time to celebrate all the mothers out there who have either raised their children, or are just starting out, or are somewhere in the middle. The best thing about Mother’s Day is that it gives you the chance to tell your mother how much she means to you and how much you appreciate what she does for you each and every day.
And if you know of a new mother out there who is experiencing motherhood for the first time, phone her up or pay her a visit. It takes awhile for it to sink in for them that they are now part of this very special club called motherhood.
For me, as a mother with young children, and as someone who has learned so much from her own mother; I would like to share with you some of the very important lessons she taught me growing up which I hope to pass on to my own children.
My mother donated her time and her belongings to a variety of charities. From this, she taught me to be thoughtful and kind to others; as I may never know when I too, will need that kindness returned one day.
My mother attended church when I was growing up. From this, she taught me to have faith and to believe that there is a greater power beyond me; as my faith may be the very thing to guide me through life’s unexpected challenges.
My mother never said “I told you so” even when she had repeatedly told me not to do it or that I would regret it. From this she taught me to take responsibility for my own mistakes and to stand on my own two feet (even when they weren’t entirely set on firm ground).
My mother ensured that she had a smile on her face every morning for us, even on those days when faced with adversity. From this, she taught me to focus on the brighter things in life and not to dwell on the things that I could not change; as I possess the ability to change my perspective, simply by shifting my gaze.
My mother never held a grudge, even when I knowingly hurt her feelings by saying things I did not mean. From this, she taught me to turn the other cheek and the true meaning of forgiveness.
My mother always held our hands, hugged us, and gave us lots of kisses. She’s also been known to reach out to total strangers. I’ve watched their faces when she touches their arm in a supermarket or on the street – what she asks or says isn’t as important as seeing the looks on their faces, that someone is connecting with them for a brief moment in time. It’s what makes her memorable to so many people. From this, I learned the importance of connection and bond. Not only with those I love and hold near and dear, but with those who I don’t know too.
My mother has continuously given of herself tirelessly to both my sister and myself, whether it was through attending all of our school activities, to lending her shoulder to cry on when things were not going our way. From this, I’ve learned that being a good mother also means being a good friend.
And from her example, I strive to be the best mother I can be for my own children and to give to them, what she gave me, a truly wonderful childhood.