Mother’s Day is a day to celebrate the women in our lives who have been there for us, helped us grow, and assisted us in becoming the people we are today. These people aren’t always “mom,” sometimes they are aunts, friends, or other influential women who care.
I haven’t always been the daughter of the year. In fact, I have committed acts that make me cringe every time I think of them. I can only imagine the many hours of crying and frustration I caused for my mother. There is nothing I can do to right these wrongs, but I can certainly do my best to be a better daughter going forward.
While my mother and I have not always seen eye to eye, now that I am a mother myself, I find that every day I employ the things she taught me in my own teaching of my children. I find myself using her methods of discipline and comfort. Things I do and say to my children were passed down from my mother to me, and her mother to her.
One of our family’s favorite things to say is “I love you 55!” This seems a silly thing to say, but it means a lot to us. When my mother and her sisters were children they were always fighting with each other over who loved their mom the most. Finally tired of the bickering, my grandmother proclaimed that 55 was the most you could love a person, and to this day, her proclamation sticks.
Amid the pictures and drawings on my fridge, I have one that stands out and makes me smile every time I look at it. Held up by a Georgia O’Keefe Museum magnet is a picture of me between my mom and my grandmother, taken when I was probably 14 or 15. Across the three faces the same smile stretches-three generations of Harrison women. We are now missing one of those three, as my grandmother joined the Lord several years ago after a long battle with cancer, but her teachings live on with my mother, and now with me.
What I am trying to say is thank you Mommy, for all you do and have done, and thank you to all the women before you who paved the way for their daughters, and in doing so for you and me. Happy Mother’s Day.