All about my mother

I didn’t see my Mother on Mother’s Day.  In general, I don’t see my mother as often as I would sometimes wish to. She’s a great woman. She’s a great example. She’s a great mother.

I ressemble my mother a lot. On many, many levels. Sometimes, that’s not easy. Sure there are things that, as a kid, I promised myself to do very differently if I would become a mother. And the greatest thing of all is that, now I am, I feel that I actually can. And that my mother really lets me be the mother I want to be to my son. That doesn’t make only for a great mother, but also a great grandmother.

She was a great daughter to her mother too. That I have had the chance to really connect to my gran, is really because of my mother. When I asked her if I could volunteer to help out in a nursing home, she said sure, but that maybe I could just start to accompany her more often to my gran and keeping her company while mother did some things in their house. I saw the logic in that and in the ten years that followed that moment, I could build a great relationship with my gran. I was devastated when she passed away, but ever so grateful to my mom.

My mother is a smart woman. Passionate about her job (basically teaching future teachers), very up to date, but most of all: even if I wish she hadn’t, she has been almost always right about whatever was going on in my life. Although she warmed up to my ex quite slowly, in the end she was right about him being a decent guy, but not the right one for me. She knew I was madly in love with my husband earlier than I dared to recognize and I’m sure he was nothing like she would have hoped for me. But then again: she saw me happy and confident and I know that it was all that mattered.

I love my mother with all my heart and while I know she has some sides that are not easy-going, there’s absolutely no person in the world that’s allowed to say that – except me and my siblings. Maybe. Mother of one I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that she raised four of us, and raised us well. She and my father make a good team and a wonderful couple, but still. If I only think about the eternities she must not have slept because she had to do all her preparation work for school when we were asleep. I have been up a lot at night (small bladder or just even the thought of maybe having to pee) and there almost always was a line of light under the door of her work room. Lately I have been so tired, and I even manage to do most of my prep and correction work as a teacher at school,… I even don’t want to imagine how completely worn out she must have felt.

And I know it’s a publicity spot, but I still was touched by this and I think it is spot on…