Iguess it’s only fitting that the very first post of my resurrected blog is a tribute to my mother. She’s breathed life into me in a way that transcends the act of giving birth. She’s our matriarch and for as long as I can remember, it was her word that was Law in our household.
When I was growing up, I didn’t always appreciate this. I was the quintessential rebel teenager; first-born, spoiled, and we always seemed to be at odds with each other. Some people remember their mom’s cooking, the way they brushed their hair or sang to them. When I close my eyes and force myself to think back to my earliest memories of my mother, I remember her fancy office, going through her closet in awe of her impeccable business suits; she always woke up before the crack of dawn to go to work, and the smell of her perfume would linger on just as I was getting up to go to school.
My mother taught me to stand strong in my beliefs and to BE strong. To be self-sufficient. To be kind to people, all people. From her, I learned that life is a constant teacher. To adapt, be flexible. Know when to make schedules, and know when not to. How family always come first. That you have to love yourself first before you love others and before others can love you. That you can’t really possess another’s heart. That crying is not a sign of weakness. That a person really can bear more than she thinks she can.
In a world of constant change, it’s a comforting thought that my mother will always remain the same. Always there, when and where you need her to be. Always beautiful, always strong. Always a shining example.
I love you, Mama.
And a very Happy Mother’s Day to the most important human beings on the planet!
“In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different. Life isn’t about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself. A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.”