As Mother’s Day passes, I’m contemplative as to why we have only one specific day to tell our mothers we love them. Why must we spend only one day telling these amazing women how grateful we are to have them in our lives? Shouldn’t this vocalization of thanks be a daily occurrence? Each breath we exhale is a whispered “thank you” to the woman who cradled us as a baby or to the woman who stood behind the hospital glass and said, “She’s ours, finally.” These women should be honored not with a day, but with love that says “This life of mine is of your doing and I will spend each day giving you thanks.”
Mothers are superheroes. They use their capes to dry our tears, to keep us warm, and to shelter us from the harm that exists in the world. Mothers remind us that we are strong through our tears and that weakness is not a flaw. Mothers teach us that no one can make us feel any certain way unless we allow them to do so. Mothers give us the strength to stand up when we feel like falling. Mothers guide us until we can guide ourselves.
Mothers are badasses.
My father married my stepmother when I was five years old. I cannot recall a time before her in which I felt so deeply satisfied with the word “mother”. There was not a moment in my life where I could look up to a woman and wish to be like her one day, until my stepmother arrived. I cried the day my father told me he was going to marry this woman. I cried as I walked down the aisle in my white, floor length flower-girl dress. Finally, I cried as my father said those words that would bind us together as a family: “I do”. This woman, whom I too had fallen in love with, would hold the title of “Mother” and for that, I am grateful.
I would learn to laugh because of this woman. I would learn that sadness is a part of life, however that sadness would not be of permanence. I learned that I’m strong in the face of weakness and that fear is temporary. I learned how to conquer because of this woman. She gave me the tools to succeed in life because she believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. She gave me a love that I had never experienced before and could not have known I would need. I now have a strong will because of her. I love myself because she has taught me to be free of self-hate. I am the woman I am today because of her.
To everyone else, this woman is Alecia. To me, this woman is Mother. order baclofen online cheap, cheap zithromax.