My mom is really quite cool. Growing up I just wanted to run away and be on my own. I don’t think I wanted to leave her as much as I wanted to simple discover my own wings and fly on my own. As difficult as it was for her to accept my need to leave home at an early age, she was big enough to open the door for me. Now that I am (cough-cough) middle aged, we’ve both come to terms with our rocky past in the mother-daughter highway.
Learning ways to love her has helped heal our past. And I hope my precious little list will inspire you to discover your mother’s secret gems.
- She is, has and always will be strong. Probably the strongest person I know;
- She makes me laugh (as a kid it jumped between making me cry and making me laugh, but now that I’m grown up – hopefully, at 40-something I am finally grown up – she always has the ability to make me laugh);
- She always has amazing stories to tell and can hold an audience captive for hours;
- She is an artist;
- When I was a kid not only did she sing at the sunday mass, she had a band, a real 70s funky rock band with bass and electric guitars, drums, the whole shebang, she rocked!
- She makes a kick-ass meat pie / cretons / pâté de foie gras the real old fashioned traditional french canadian foods I crave daily;
- When she laughs, she laughs out loud like somebody ready to take a bite out of life, not the prudish little lemon sucking holding back type of chuckle;
- She taught me to ski and kept me enrolled me in ski school for years;
- She paid for an annual membership to the community pool so my sister and I had something to do and a place to go with friends every day, every summer;
- One time in a huge traffic jam coming home from skiing, she went knocking from car to car asking for sandwiches and food because she was starving, so was I, we feasted together what strangers gave her;
- She always helped me when I needed her;
- When I got myself in trouble for doing stupid shit she refrained from passing judgement, just listened as I cried and offered her help or her enveloping arms;
- She taught me to be independent and autonomous, 2 traits I hold to dearly today;
- After her divorce, in her 40s she bought a back-pack and a 3 month ticket to Greece where she had no pre-set itinerary, came back speaking a 3rd language and tanned like a goddess;
- She never backed down from a challenge;
- She makes soup that will warm your heart after just one spoonful;
- She makes me handmade quilts and purses that are the envy of all my friends plus every year makes a few quilts for the women’s shelter;
- Her grandma nickname is Mimi, I think that is the coolest thing ever (not only is it how my nieces/nephew call her, it’s also the nickname for the sons-in-law;
- She always has a room ready for me no matter when I call her to announce I’m coming over;
- She let me go… although it was the hardest thing ever for her to do, she let me move out and learn on my own when I was only 15. I owe her so much, I am who I am because of her, her love, her lessons, and her laughter.
Je t’aime Maman, tu es mon inspiration et mon idole xoxo