Growing up I never had a very good relationship with my mother. She was a pretty stern, no nonsense kind of mother. I was soft and timid, so she scared me. I learned to keep my distance from her to avoid conflict. Well, turns out this is bad for developing any kind of relationship or really even getting to know each other. By the time I was a teenager she started to change and tried to do better so that we could have a relationship. I knew that she was trying, but I still had a lot of anger from so many years built up inside that I didn’t give much back.
Over the years we have slowly grown closer. I’m trying to be myself and let her see the real me that I’ve hidden for so long for fear of judgement. She has softened and has even opened up to me about what goes on with her. It wasn’t until recently that I finally understood why she was the way she was. Her mother was a full-time working mother- stern, no nonsense. My mom was just being the kind of mother that she was taught to be (only better).
Even though she didn’t spend much time with us kids, she taught us a lot of valuable life lessons. She taught us to take care of ourselves, how to use tools, and that a woman can accomplish anything (even traditional man’s work). I bug her with phone calls all the time with questions about canning, cooking and fixing things and like a good mother she always has the answers.
She has come a long way. I see her try so hard, I see how thoughtful she is and she always means well. It’s been a long road for us, but it’s no longer a dead end. I’m trying to forgive and forget and realize that we can keep moving forward and make up for lost time.
Mom, thank you for everything that you do and have done for me, even if I didn’t seem to care then, I do now. I love you.
p.s. this is your mother’s day card