How I Met My Mother

The Story Of How I Met My Mother

Lo and behold, waterworks are coming.


I first saw her on the afternoon of June 10, 1999. I didn't know she was my mom yet, though. I could barely open my eyes to begin with. I didn't even know what the word "mother" meant, nor simply say it aloud. But I felt it. In her loving arms is where I felt utmost protection. I would instantly wail when taken somewhere else.

Since that day, we've been inseparable.

Except for the time when she moved here to the States to grab a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She has always been a firm believer of continuous learning and it shows when you get the chance to talk to her. She's like a walking encyclopedia that you could talk to about literally anything under the sun. More importantly, she chooses her words with exquisite care and empathy. Maybe that is also why our house is like a counseling office. Sometimes I wake up to an unfamiliar voice asking her for advice. She could easily be a life coach if she wanted to.

She is wise and patient enough to be one. She acknowledges the fact that there is always room for improvement. Hence, she sacrificed being eight thousand miles away from us to pave the way. She wanted us to explore what the world had to offer, even if that meant having to endure distance and loneliness. She brought with her the goal of building a better future for us all, which is why I'm currently here in the windy city for college.

No amount of Shakespeare nor Angelou quotes will ever articulate how grateful and proud I am of being blessed with someone like her.

I have always been an affectionate child. Loud and proud. Most likely because I'm the pack's youngest. I'm the type who would hold my mom's hand as we listen to the homily together. The type who makes sure she never runs out of her medium pulp orange juice. The type who would give her a back hug as she cooks the family favorite's pork chop with red wine.

I don't think these simple acts will ever suffice, but I hope it's enough to make her feel appreciated and loved.

Mommy, just like all of the equally kind-hearted, beautiful, and strong-willed moms out there, you deserve to be celebrated today and every single day.

Thank you for always giving me what I need, for occasionally giving me what I want, and for giving me so much more.

You're stuck with me forever.

Our story has no end.

Happy Mother's Day!

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To The Kindest Person I Know

She is the most supportive person I know.

As Mother's Day approaches, I am reminded of how wonderful my mom is.

She is kind, loving, sassy, and supportive. I want to be as supportive as she is one day because her support shows through in the form of understanding, but also showing up for those who need her.

She will go to funerals to support her friends, spend as much money that is necessary to help family, drive to my college to give me something I need, and spend all day at an event that I helped plan.

She is the most supportive person I know.

As I've gone through the trials and tribulations of going to college and living on my own, she has left an incredible mark on me. We all say we won't be our parents, but I hope to my mom.

I've realized how important it is to support one another. College is hard, life is downright awful at times, and what makes it better is having someone who will show up for you.

She has shown up by sending me good luck texts when I have a big test, encouraging me when I'm down, sitting with me while I cry about school or life, and actually physically showing up to my work when I'm sad to bring me a Starbucks.

My mom shows her love by showing up when I or anyone around her needs it most.

Thank you, mom, for showing me this quality that is so vital. Thank you for being the person I always need.

Most importantly, I hope to show up for you too because no matter how hard I try-- I will never be able to repay you.

"i struggle so deeply to understand how someone can pour their entire soul blood and energy into someone without wanting anything in return-- i will have to wait till I'm a mother," Rupi Kaur.

Cover Image Credit: Alicia Burrell

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I Am So Thankful For The Strong Women In My Life

They have helped shape who I am today.


As a kid, I had three major women in my life: my mom, my grandma, and my bubbie (Yiddish for "grandmother").

I can easily say I am all the better for having these women as my role models for life.

My mom and I didn't get along all that well when I was younger. Cliche as it is, it took me leaving home for college for us to really segue into a much healthier mother-daughter relationship. It also helps that we got a dog a few years ago and became crazy dog moms together who send dog memes and videos back and forth.

My mom is and always has been a powerhouse.

My mom worked a lot and taught me the value of putting in the effort. I learned from her to never settle for less than great, to work hard, and not let people walk all over me. She (and my dad) made sure I knew the value of professionalism and how to be professional. There's a reason I ask them to proofread any important emails before hitting send!

My mom is also a total goof.

This pretty much sums us up!

My sarcasm and humor are unquestionably from her. She's one of the funniest people I know and reminds me not to take everything too seriously. Also, the constant dog and baby videos we send one another are the best.

My grandma is my best friend.

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Yes, that's possible. It helps that we share a lot of interests. My grandma has always been my number one supporter and as I got older, became someone I rely so much on for emotional support. I can always count on my grandma to make me smile.

My grandma taught me to love unconditionally, even towards those you are not blood-related to.

She is my dad's step-mom and technically my step-grandmother, but you would never know we aren't blood-related with how she whole-heartedly loves her non-biological grandkids just as much as her biological ones. She made her home into a safe space for me in the years I needed that most.

My bubbie taught me that time apart means nothing when it comes to loving someone.

As I've grown older, I don't get to see my bubbie as much. But I know she is always there if I need her, and I know she loves me.

I recently went to dinner with her and was reminded of just why - and how much - I love my grandmother. She's tough and sweet, smart and funny. We spent most of the time talking about everything from family to theater to politics, and it was a highlight moment of my life. I enjoyed it so much.

I am unbelievably lucky to have not one, but two grandmothers who love me in the way only a grandmother can. They give my life a specialness I wouldn't get from anyone else in my life.

I am so lucky to have a mom who I can have a good relationship with and talk to openly. (And who puts up with my unintentional repetition of stories.)

I cannot thank any of these women enough for being involved in my life.

I love you all, and happy Mother's Day!

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