Throughout my life, I’ve had the honor of knowing some top-notch mothers – from my own mom, to my granny, to my great-grandma, and all of the cousins, aunts and other child-rearing women I’m lucky enough to be related to in one way or another.
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Throughout my life, I’ve had the honor of knowing some top-notch mothers – from my own mom, to my granny, to my great-grandma, and all of the cousins, aunts and other child-rearing women I’m lucky enough to be related to in one way or another.
They’ve taught me a mother is someone who offers endless support, unconditional love, sacrifice, strength and a solid moral background … sprinkled with a generous dash of humor.
I’m not yet 30 years old, and I already know there’s no way I can ever repay the generosity and love the mothers in my life have shown and continue to show me.
When I was little, I remember my mom picking me up from school – which was rare, as she was usually working – and bringing a little bottle of sparkly nail polish or other small gift to brighten my day.
Sometimes, I needed disciplined and, once, in an attempt to avoid the obligatory butt swat, I ran upstairs to my room, pickle in hand (I was mid-snack during my infraction). My mom was close behind and I stepped on a stack of books and slid into a wall, which sent my pickle flying. I hightailed it into my closet and covered myself with clothes, awaiting my fate. When mom opened the door, I stuck out my hand as an offering, quite upset about the wasted pickle, and told her to ‘just do it’, meaning ‘discipline me so I can mope about.’