Thank You Mom

I am lying in the middle of my parent’s enormous bed. My body is sweating profusely with fever, as curious hallucinations dance in front of my eyes. I am very young, but even at this early age I’m cognizant that I’m not well. My mother nervously paces around the bed, her eyes reflecting a solemn expression. It is then that I see tiny, cupid-like angels floating above me. Their faces are smiling at me, as they tug at the covers of my bed.  I look at my mother shyly and say, “Mommy, the angels are taking me away.” “NO, they are not!” my mother shouts. She picks me up out of bed, races to the bathroom, and places me into the cool water of the bath. My fever breaks, and shortly thereafter, she lays me into the freshly cleaned sheets of her bed.

This is one of my earliest memories; my mother caring for me at what must have been an extremely frightening time but what I remember most is that I felt completely and utterly safe. When I think back to my childhood, my mother’s healing nature was a constant. She was the one that mended my every wound. She was the one who watched over me. Her therapeutic touch and love were never outside of my reach. Her unlimited devotion gave me a sense of serenity as well as a profound feeling of security.

And yet my mother’s attentive ways do not wholly define her. She is tactless, unpredictable and unconventional to say the least. She seizes every opportunity to embarrass me. She is crass at the most inopportune times. She cannot be tamed. She is all of these things and more, but she is also my unremitting champion. My every dream is her dream. My every endeavor or aspiration receives her faithful support. She is always there standing beside me. She is always there encouraging me. She is there forever reminding me that I am safe.

This is my mother, she is not perfect, but she is exactly what I need. Someone who praises, heals, and defends me when I need it the most. In truth, this is what a mother should be: someone that doesn’t suffocate or stifle but instead reassures you, supports you against the odds, and whose very existence makes you feel protected.

In all of these years, I don’t know that I have ever told my mother how deeply I appreciate her, but this Mother’s day, I think I will.   

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