Happy Birthday Mama!

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I love my mother. This shouldn’t be much of a surprise. When I was a kid I had extremely bad separation anxiety. I hated going to school, church, parties, sleepovers, field trips, down the street or anywhere without my Mother. I’m fairly certain if Sigmund Freud was still alive he’d want to use me as a case study. I have no doubt about that.

But, today is my mother’s birthday. It’s the 35th anniversary of her 29th birthday if you must know. And, while I’ve gotten over the separation anxiety (negate the fact that I live in her basement) she is still very much an important part of my life. She always has been.

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She knows when to push me, she knows when to hug me, she knows when to inspire and motivate and then she also knows when to simply teach me without words and just by actions. She’s done that throughout her whole life. She is never NOT serving.

She was my grandparent’s caregiver when they both suffered from Alzheimer’s in 1990s. She spent over eight years driving 60+ miles caring for my Grandma after my Grandpa passed away. She would get her ready for the day as my Aunt would leave for work. I remember many times running errands with my Mom and Grandma in tow. She was just happy for the ride (that’s a whole different post for another day).

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But, my mother is always giving. Not just of money, but of time. Whether it’s being there for a friend, making dinner for someone who needs it or simply making someone just feel special, she’s taught me that the greatest gift you can give someone is your time. And, because of that example I try to illuminate that.

Two years ago when my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer I got to see another side of my mother that inspired me in a whole different way. I always knew my mother was tough (heck, she had to pull me out of her car to get into school almost daily), but seeing her FIGHT the way that she fought gave me a deeper appreciation of not just her, but of life itself.

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I hardly saw her complain about her situation. She never questioned why me? She simply (and courageously) took the situation as it was and went through what she knew needed to happen so she could overcome the cancer. I drew a lot of strength from that example. It not only helped change my running, but my perspective to life. There will always be things we don’t want to do, but we must. And, the only way to do it, is to go through it.

Simply put, I love my Mom. She rocks!

I can’t think of a better way to end this post, but with this …

MOM

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