Mother’s Day, the day of celebrating mothers everywhere, and our Sweat Pink team is looking back and reminiscing about times our own mothers were right, much to our chagrin…
As a new mom, I have even more respect for my mom, and moms in general than I ever did before. Being mom is hard work; it’s certainly the hardest job I’ve ever done. Hell, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I’ve done some hard things (like, running 100 miles, for instance). Ever since I became a mom, I’ve started to realize that my mom – probably like most mothers – was absolutely right about so many things. And now I’m sorry for being a turd, for all of the sighs, the eyerolls, and the attitude that I shot toward my mom throughout the years.
I guess there’s a reason for the saying, Mother Knows Best because even as much as I hate to admit it, as it turns out, she truly does. My mom was right every time she told me that a breakup wasn’t the end of the world, that it wouldn’t even matter in a couple of months. She always told me I’d move on, that I’d find someone better. And I always did. And I now I truly have. My mom was right when she told me not to pick apart my food while eating. It’s not only a gross habit, but also a rude one. She was right when she told me I was smart. She was right to push me in math and science. She was even right about where I went to college. She was also right when she told me I was beautiful just as I was – that there was no need for so much make-up, no need to pluck my eyebrows completely off (yes, this once happened), and no need to stress so much about what I was going to wear. She was even right when she told me that I’d someday enjoy being a mom.
Thanks mom for your years of wisdom, for leading by example, and making me the strong, smart and capable woman I am today.
Now that I’m a mom, I appreciate my mom so much more—in some ways I feel I’ve needed more parenting than ever before since I became a parent myself—and I’m so grateful that I have my mom to lean on when I’m unsure, frustrated, tired, or just need an understanding ear.
One thing my mom was right about is the importance of family, especially siblings: she would always say, your family is with you for life. Friends will come and go, but family is forever. As much as I rolled my eyes or hated hearing that as a teenager, when I was so over my annoying little brothers, she’s right. Time and again family has proven to be my bedrock, my foundation, and what I can count on through thick and thin.
My mom has been my shoulder to cry on, a sympathetic ear, and my eternal cheerleader (even when I didn’t deserve it), and knowing she always has my back, no matter what, makes taking risks and chasing big dreams and knowing when to ask for help, all feel within reach.
Thanks, mom, for being so thoroughly biased in favor of your children, and giving me a model of motherhood to aspire to and work toward.
There’s no love like a mama’s love. Even during those angsty teenage years when everything your mom does drives you insane and is the bane of your existence. I remember having my heart broken at 16 years old and my mom trying to patiently explain to me that I would be ok, that he didn’t deserve me, that this pain would fade. In the moment I thought my world was ending. My mom didn’t know this feeling, even though she said she’d been there too. Everything she said just entrenched me further in my heartache. Even as I didn’t want her to let me go.
I find as I get older, not only do I discover that I’m becoming more and more like my mother, but that she was right. It doesn’t matter really about what, because it turns out that she was right about pretty much all of it. In this case, no, he didn’t deserve me. I am ok. The pain did fade. And she has been there.
She was also right about the fact that I was hungry and just needed a snack to be a nicer human. That I should wear sunscreen because that burn hurt! That it was actually too cold outside for that tank top and I should have grabbed a sweater. That I should learn Spanish first, not French (as beautiful as French is, and I did go on to study it a little, I use Spanish way more).
Now that I have friends becoming moms, I’m seeing these situations more and more from the mother’s perspective. As infuriating as it is sometimes, moms are just plain right! What is that?! Is it a club you’re invited into after giving birth or signing adoption papers that lets you know all things? Will I be invited when my turn comes? I’m mentally preparing myself for nursing my future daughter’s heartache, knowing she won’t believe me when I say that I’ve been there. Or to grab a sweater.
Moms, while they are so special, they are also a little mysterious to me. Since I was a teenager, I’ve been convinced that becoming a mom also made you develop this sixth sense of knowing everything your child is doing and thinking. Not only that, but also maneuvering around that and trying to encourage them to grow into their best selves, while also managing a household and working jobs outside the home. So, moms also have superpowers, obviously. All that hard and never-ending work that they WANT to take on. It’s honestly a daunting thought in my mind (I’m not a mother), but I so appreciate and respect all the mothers out there.
My mom had the superpower, sixth sense of knowing what I was thinking or doing, sometimes before it even happened. Perhaps, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree and she could see her mistakes in me before I decided to take them. Sometimes she let me make those mistakes and learn for myself and other times she decided to take the lead and try to pull me in a better direction; the keyword being “try”.
I think there are more things than I can count that my mom was right about. Two things that stand out are this: Don’t start shaving before 13 and don’t wish your life away. Shaving was such a hot topic in middle school, as leg and underarm hair started becoming much more visible, especially for me. I wanted desperately to shave my legs and be rid of what I would now think of as thin, light-colored hair on my legs. My mom desperately wanted me to wait longer to shave. She told me the sooner I shave, the sooner my hair would come back thicker and darker. I’m sure a lot of us are familiar with mom being right about that…
Mom was also right about not wishing time away. School days meant a longing for the weekend again. Time felt so slow Monday through Friday and the weekends were everything. My mom told me to savor the time and not wish life away just for the weekend, to enjoy every day for what it held. Now, all time flies by, whether it’s Tuesday or Saturday, and as we near half way through 2018 already (what?!), I’m realizing every day that I need to savor the moments more.
Franki, you were and are so right about so many things. Thanks for ignoring my eye-rolls and sass and telling me these things anyway. Love, love, love you!
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas! We’re sp grateful for you and your wisdom, every day!