Today is my mother’s birthday. After school, I will find her favorite flowers (Iris’s) and spend some time with her. I spent some time last night thinking about the influence she has been in my life and how she was, and still is, my greatest teacher.
My mother married at a young age and moved to this country without knowing the language. She eventually learned English due in part to watching soap operas (thanks, General Hospital). She raised three girls as a stay at home mom, and didn’t go out into the work force until the youngest of us was in fourth grade. I watched her balance all the demands of being a mom without ever complaining. She always knew how to look at the glass as “half full” and always encouraged us to do our best and get involved. Over the years, I have watched her teach those same lessons to all of the grandchildren. She still takes the time to make every child’s favorite “goodies” when they visit, and she has even begun to leave bags of treats tied to my son’s car, so that when he leaves work from the after school program, he knows Grandma was there.
On this, her special day, I want her to know how much I love her and appreciate all that she did and still does for her family. Happy Birthday, Mom!