My mom’s birthday would have been last Tuesday, May 21st if she were still alive.
I pulled a few old pieces of writing I did about her and us in honor of her.
Hope you enjoy.
Old Writing #1: My mother’s death and the value of living life to the fullest and showing a sincere sense of respect and happiness for those who are meaningful in my life. “Life is short, live it to the fullest.”
My mom died when I was in my freshman year of college. We didn’t have the best of relationship and we never hugged or showed affection for each other.
She made me hug her before I left for college, and it was the last hug I ever got from my mom while she was in good health. It was a very emotional yet eye-opening experience which has shaped my thoughts about life and showing of affection/sharing what someone truly means to you in your life. I never did really until after my mom’s death show affection to anyone nor let them know what they meant to me.
After my mom’s death and to this day, I make it a point to let my friends and those I value know that they mean something to me if they do. I enjoy showing affection to those I most care about.
I also learned that you have to forgive people and move on from things in life a lot more than what I did previous to this life event. I learned that life is short and you must live life the best way possible being appreciative and showing others what they mean to you because they may never know without you saying or showing how you feel.
Old Writing #2: My Hero — My Mom
My mom is my hero. While we didn’t have a good relationship for many years, now thinking back to how she raised me, never failed to share her harsh opinions and observations, and put up with my bullheaded nature growing up which wouldn’t be easy for nearly anyone — she’s my hero.
She taught me many lessons in life and I still live by many of them. She had the perseverance to put up with a child-like me that questioned everything and was extremely curious and always standing my ground with my opinions on a wide-range of things that may or may not have been grounded.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I wouldn’t be the person I am without her personality of speaking back to me in opposition to what I thought, making me question my thoughts and beliefs even though I became frustrated many of times.
All along she believed in me and the success I could have in life. She was the one that motivated me and pushed me to get things done and never give up when I wanted to stop.
She was my punching bag but also my rock. I needed her more than I ever wanted to let onto, and when I lost her in my freshman year of college I realized so much. My mom is my hero.
However, it’s too bad I never realized this until she died because I would have liked to have seen her in this light while she was alive and I could tell her.
Originally published at http://lifehasbeautifullearning.com on May 27, 2019.