Thank You, Mom

Thank You, Mom

A real life superwoman

If you're anything like me, you literally do not know how you would function without your mother. In my house, my mom does just about everything for just about everyone.

Lost a shoe? Mom will find it.

Need to eat dinner? Mom will prepare it.

Have to be picked up after practice? Mom is there.

She does everything for everyone, yet gets none of the credit. In my family, it is my dad who works. It is my dad who has the glorified job that allows him business trips to places all over the world, and fancy office parties, and a flashy title and respect amongst his peers.

My mother, on the other hand, gave up her career after years of law school in order to raise our family. Something that my now-mid college self-recognizes for exactly what it was--an enormous sacrifice. To imagine working as hard as I am at something I care so passionately for, only to give it all up to raise a family is an incredibly painful thought. Yet this is exactly what my mother did.

By no means am I trying to diss working-mothers. Rather, I have immense amounts of respect for their ability to balance home-life and work-life and still do everything for everyone. I am simply trying to recognize the life-changing decision my mother made when she quit her job in order to raise our family.

Because being a mother is a full-time job. It has the worst hours and no salary.

And unlike any other job where a job well-done is rewarded with promotions, and more time and responsibility, motherhood is the exact opposite. When you do a good job your kids leave you--they go to school and get jobs halfway across the country. And rather than any promotions or pay raise, you're simply left in the dust.

When you're younger the job entails wiping runny noses and tying shoes and kissing "boo-boos". And then it involves parent-teacher conferences and french-braids and dance recitals. And then it involves slammed doors and frustrated screams and a whole lot of attitude. And then it involves letting go. Essentially watching this thing that you've molded for 18 years fly off into the world, while you stay exactly where you are.

And while yes, I'm sure that any mother would say that it is the most rewarding job in the world, and that they can't imagine what their life would be without it, it is undoubtedly incredibly taxing.

So this is an official thank-you to my mom, and to all the other moms (and dads!) out there who have made countless sacrifices and placed their kids before themselves every single time. We love you, we appreciate you, and we undeniably would not be the same without you.


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To My Little Brother

Six things I want you to know.

I am not your mother, but I am your big sister.

I cannot even apologize for it, I am always going to act like your second mom. I am going to keep yelling at you to (please) put down the toilet seat and to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen. It doesn't matter to me how often you say "I am not your mother," because you're my little brother and I'm always going to be the boss.

I never mean it when I tell you to grow up.

I hope that you have taken, and continue to take, full advantage of your childhood. As often as I complain about your maturity level, my wish for you is to put off growing up for as long as possible. The closer I get to real adult life, the more I miss home and all of the worries I didn't have. You shouldn't rush through the years you have left at home, you are doing just fine the way you are.

No, I didn't tell Mom.

All of our secrets will always stay secrets. I may have ratted you out to Mom about being the one to break her new vase, but I hope you know that our brother-sister bond protects all of the private things we share. Please, never forget that I'll always be here to listen to you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for giving you your first bloody nose, and for laughing at you afterward. I'm sorry for every time I have blown you off for plans with a guy, or to get an extra hour of sleep. I'm sorry for yelling at you to leave me alone and for slamming the door in your face. I'm sorry for all of the times you asked me to play outside that I didn't. I'm sorry for all of my broken promises.

I forgive you.

I forgive you for all of the “little brother" insults you have used. I forgive you for using all of my paints and letting them dry out. I forgive you for embarrassing me in front of every guy I ever brought home. I even forgive you for cutting off that piece of my hair in fourth grade.

I am so proud of you.

It isn't said nearly enough, but I am so proud of you, little brother. I am envious of the passions that you have and the way that you pursue them with no fear! I am excited to see where you go in life (but don't go anywhere too quickly). Keep working hard and doing what you love, no one can fault you for following your heart. I love you so much, and I will always be your biggest supporter and fan!

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Friendly Reminder To Give Your Parents A Break, Because They Make Mistakes Just Like Us

As far as I was concerned, the birth of my parents coincided with my own.


As children, there is a very obvious fact concerning our parents that we either consciously ignore or, in most cases, are completely oblivious to. And this fact is that our parents are, like everyone else, only human.

Up until recently, I never thought about who my parents were before they became "Mom" and "Dad." As far as I was concerned, the birth of my parents coincided with my own. And in becoming parents, I thought they were immediately bestowed with all of the powers that came with that grandiose title: unparalleled bravery and wisdom, unwavering patience and confidence, unrivaled strength and leadership.

Throughout my whole life, I have unfairly and unreasonably held them to these impossible standards of perfection, and when they failed to meet them, I blamed them for their shortcomings: whenever they would raise their voice at me, I blamed them for being mean. Whenever they refused to let me go out with my friends at night, I blamed them for being unfair. Whenever they couldn't offer me the "right" advice for my petty pre-teen problems, I blamed them for being unhelpful and even useless.

What I failed to acknowledge was the fact that my parents were not always parents. They were, and still are, the children of their own parents, meaning they hold within themselves all of the traits that come with that title: fear and naivete, impatience and uncertainty, weakness and inexperience. And so, it turns out that my parents are just children who are taking care of other children. Whenever they yelled at me, it is because they were capable of losing their patience.

Whenever they refused to let me stay out too late at night, it is because they were capable of being afraid; whenever they couldn't offer me the solution to all of my problems, it is because they were capable of simply not having all the answers.

And so we must remember that just like us, our parents are doing the best they can do, and just as they accept our best effort, perhaps we should learn to theirs as well.

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