One of my absolute biggest pet peeves is when people are mean to their moms. Have you ever been around someone while they’re being rude to their mom? It’s so unbelievably awkward. Do I acknowledge this is happening right now? Do I ignore it? I know saying anything would not be my place, but I still can’t help but be a little upset.
Your mom is truly a sacred human being. She carried you for nine months, and when the time came she pushed you right out. She may have even had surgery just to make sure you made it out so you could see the world. And immediately, she loved that squishy little face of yours. Then, she taught you basic life skills: how to walk, how to talk, how to eat. She explained to you what was right and what was wrong, and why you can’t have ice cream for every meal.
When you got to elementary school, she helped you with all those school projects that you definitely weren’t able to do on your own (seriously, who expects a second grader to be able to build a complete clay model of a Stegosaurus?).
In middle school, she was one of the only people you could trust that would totally love your awkward phase. The glasses, the braces, the emerging sense of “style,” (which usually included bright purple and turquoise jeans). To her, you were just the cutest little thing. And God bless your mother for being able to handle you when you started to develop an attitude.
The start of high school stirred up all new emotions. You were 25 at 16 years old, having the mentality of “my mom has no idea what she’s talking about.” But honey, she does. Your mom knew that failing a European history test wasn’t the end of your academic career. She knew that losing a good friend in a stupid fight didn’t mean you weren’t capable of making new friends. She knew that that boy you dated that kind of sucked was just a learning experience for you to find what you really deserve.
And when you got to college, she became your best friend. You called her to talk about anything: what your friends are up to, advice on boys, how to wash certain clothes because you had already shrunken a shirt (or two). She was there for you for all the times you changed your major in just one semester, and every time you just needed to tell somebody about all the schoolwork you still needed to do.
If you’re lucky enough to have your mom in your life, please be nice to her. We all have bad days, but make sure you don’t take it out on her. She has done so much for you and loves you so much — she deserves your respect. Do your mom a favor and call her right now. Tell her you love her, appreciate her, and her cooking is always the best. Love her like she loves you.
