Drumming along the tune of resolutions…..
I’m neither a fan nor hater of new year resolutions. I don’t knock people who set new year resolutions. I think it’s a great thing to set goals for yourself. I also believe that you can set goals at any point of your life despite the time of year. But for the sake of it still being January of the new year, I wanted to discuss a very important resolution I have chosen to set for myself.
As a woman and now a mother I understand how mothers care and love their children. It’s absolutely insane how much a mother’s love can change a person. How crazy is it that most of us just need our mothers’ hugs, kisses, advice – to get us through some of the most difficult situations.
Growing up I would definitely say I was a daddy’s girl for the early stages of my childhood. Then as I grew into an adolescent I didn’t bickered with my dad often and felt like my mom understood me better. Unfortunate as I became a teenager, I was adapting to my outside world. As I saw other teens doing whatever they wanted, dressed in the hottest clothes, and with the latest devices I started to become envious. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t as well-off as they were. Still, I just wore what I had and tried my best to make it look nice.
My mother didn’t work. She was a full-time stay-at-home mom. [sidebar- I wish I could be too] So my mom was always there for my sister and I growing up. She took us to school, picked us up, drove us to the store, doctor’s appointments, everything. She always made sure we were fed. She made sure we were ready for school. Seriously, unconstitutional love and care. That was my mom. My half-sister even mentioned to me recently how she admires how my mom was always there for us. I just never have her enough credit.
Growing up I felt like I was very much less affectionate towards my mom compared to how I was with my friends. Which, reflecting back now is terrible. I felt like I definitely could’ve been a better daughter.
This year, I want to turn over a new leaf. Nothing measures up to a mother’s love besides God’s. God created women to nurture and love. My mother is the personification of unconditional love. She deserves to be loved the way she loves. I haven’t been anywhere near the perfect daughter. I know I could be more affectionate. I know I could express my love more. Don’t take your mother’s love for granted especially when she’s been there for you through thick and thin. A mother’s love isn’t just nurturing but it also makes you stronger mentally and spiritually.