Posts Tagged ‘mother’s day’

All my life, people tell me I look like my mom. More than once or twice, I was told I looked exactly like her. Now as an adult, I’d have to admit I do look like her. My face, my body shape, some of my expressions, and a few other mannerism do look like her.

When I was younger, I didn’t like it when people commented how much I looked like my mother. I wonder how many youths like to be told they look like their parent. In my youth, I used to think … I wanted to look cool and fashionable, not like my mother; I wanted to have my own identity, not like my mother; I wanted to know more about the world, not like my mother; I wanted to be learned, scholarly and educated, not like my mother; I wanted to have a tall and slim figure, not like my mother; I wanted to be softer and well spoken, not like my mother; I wanted to travel the world, not like my mother …. You get the picture.

The reality is that I do look like my mother. I have her stocky and short stature, her unshapely and peasant legs and feet, her sense of thriftiness and much more. I stopped resenting our look alikes many years ago (I’m not sure when this happened, but I’m guessing around the time when we started our own family) and I started appreciating some of her common sense and implicit teaching, despite her lack of formal education.

Like my mom, I value the importance of my family, friends and connections; I appreciate loyalty and commitment; I have and am not afraid of sharing my voice and opinion; I love trying new things and adventures; I am not a wasteful person; I enjoy socializing with people; I appreciate what I have no matter how little; I am versatile and can roll with the punches; I am a survivor in tough and difficult times; I have so many more common characteristics as my mom.

On this Mother’s Day, I remember my mother and all her AWESOMENESS that I hope I have, that I hope our children will one day come to appreciate and may be even inherit. Thanks mom, you gave me more than your looks, and I don’t mind looking like you at all; I also hope that, wherever you are in heaven, you know your children appreciate you.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the AWESOME moms!


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I have been away all week on a business trip, returning on Mother’s Day. Despite the mutual frustrations and sometimes undesirable behaviours exhibited by our children (and sadly, sometimes me), like most parents, I wonder more than I care to admit if I had been a responsible and effective mom raising our children. I had gotten up at 6 am to catch two flights to come home, at the airport when I had lots of time for my mind to wander and to mull over my parenting, I couldn’t help but wondered :

  • Did I do a good enough job as a parent?
  • Did we teach them right from wrong? good from bad? the values that really matter in life?
  • Did we tell and show them often enough that we are proud of them and believe in them?
  • Did the kids notice I had been gone all week? (I did speak to 2 of them a couple of times if only for a few minutes on Skype)
  • Did they miss me?
  • Would they even notice that the day I was coming home was Mother’s Day?

Abiding by the airline rules, I turned off my cell phone once I boarded the plane and didn’t turn it back on until the plane landed. As multiple emails started populating my phone while taxiing to the terminal, I saw a text message from our middle daughter, JA, “Happy Mother’s Day, mum! See you after work …” I secretly imagined pumping my fist in the air with a “Yes, she remembers”.

I had arranged for our son to pick me up at the airport. I  thought I had to wait for 1.5 hrs at the airport as he told me he wouldn’t get off work to get there on time when I arrived, so I was resigned to have a coffee and wait. But he got off work early and he was there to greet me, with a small bouquet of lilies for Mother’s Day. Another remembered. I thought, “Good, two out of three is not bad at all.”

Once home, I got caught up with the local newspapers with a cup of tea in hand, when our youngest daughter came home from work. A cheery “I’m home. Mom, are your there?” followed by a big smile and hug and a “Happy Mother’s Day”, a small dark purple calla lily potted plant was thrusted at me – that, I did not anticipate at all.

Sometimes small miracles happen. It is moments like these that remind me that we have three AWESOME children, and that may be, just may be we did ok as parents. AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME for each of our kids!

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I’m on a business trip and staying at a B&B. The owner operator of this gorgeous B&B by the ocean is a mother of a 16 year old daughter, L. Like many parents with teenagers, she is going through the insufferable teenage years. From an outsider’s perspective (mine), her daughter does not seem out of control – she is not lippy, not overly demanding and quite smart and athletic. I am certain I am only seeing a minute side of her, but I understand the mom’s exasperation, undeserved indignity and frustration when minor inconsequential incidents became out of proportion disasters.

The teenage daughter’s 16th birthday is tomorrow. A wonderful party and meal are being planned, friends will gather for a scavenger hunt, a steak dinner with all the trimmings and side dishes, and I’m sure many presents. Both mom and dad are doing so much to make it a wonderful day for her.

In this day and age, the kids seem to have everything they could possibly want and parents are bending over backwards to make their kids’ lives easier and more enjoyable than what they themselves had experienced. Yet, there seems an unspoken expectation of “gimmes”.

Sunday is Mother’s Day, All mothers should have an AWESOME day. I hope L will remember to honour her mom and all the wonderful things she has done to support her. I wonder if my children will remember that I will be home on Sunday to spend Mother’s Day with them?

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Being Moms

The little poem was sent to me by one of my sisters, thank you Sue! It was apropos with yesterday’s post.  Although it focuses on moms with very young children; these feelings maybe magnified 100x more when the kids grow up, just in a different context.

Our kids will one day be, if not already, aware of who you really are, be thankful for all your caring, loving and sacrifices, be appreciative of how AWESOME a mom you are. Have an AWESOME Mother’s Day this weekend!!!!


Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

BBefore I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on. 
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn’t want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn’t know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn’t know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom

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