It is a bright and beautiful Friday morning. I am awoken from my sleep due to a bad dream at 6:30 am. Once I bring myself back to reality and get that "oh it was just a dream" relief, I then realize it is 6:30 in the morning. I am on summer break and I do not get up at 6:30 in the morning on a Friday in the summer time. I wish nothing more than to roll over and fall back asleep for a couple more hours, but I can't. So, rather than feeling upset I take this early rise as a blessing and decide to be productive. I am going to use this day that I have been given! I get up out of bed and of course go downstairs to brush my teeth, all the waking up essentials. The youngest (and most loyal) of our two cats is sitting outside my mother's bedroom door which is slightly ajar, I didn't think much of it and continued my morning.
Coming then back upstairs to sit and read and also write this article that I had no clue what I was going to write about, I peeked in my mom's room. I don't know if I was expecting to see her still laying in bed, at her mirror getting ready, in her closet picking out clothes, or what I expected. When I peeked in she was not there. My mother was already up and around and gone into her classroom for the day. My mother had already pulled herself out of bed and began her day to make a different in children's lives. While I was wishing I were still asleep, my mother does this every day.
Not only does she do this everyday, but so much more. If I were to go back downstairs right now I know I could open the fridge and see a nicely packed lunch and snacks for my day neatly placed on the top shelf. I just completed my freshman year of college and my mother, when I am home, still will pack lunch for me everyday.
My mother is not just any other mother, no. My mother is special. No she may not be a real life superhero, but she certainly is mine. And my mother is not special because of her ability to wake up early everyday, make lunch and go into work. But my mother is special because packed inside that lunch and in her classroom is a feeling of encouragement, of motivation that she is giving over to you. My mother inspires not only me, but everyone she meets, to be better, to do better. When you fall down, she says "that's okay, try again". A phrase I apparently often repeated when I was young. My mother is kind, my mother loves people. She cares deeply about her job and most of the time works way too hard.
My mother holds our family together and keeps us going when we want to fall apart. My mother will listen to our deepest thoughts and feelings for as long as we need to talk about them.
My mother is special because she is mine and she isn't just any other mother.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I love you!
