Being a mother has completely changed my relationship with my own mother. Growing up, I thought of my mom as a constant: someone who was always there to support me, tell me I'm smart, applaud my dancing, encourage me to practice and get better and whatever hobby I was obsessing with at any given moment. She always complimented my outfits, told me how pretty I was (even when I was blessed with crazy big permed hair, insanely large glasses and shiny metal braces. Nerd.), reminded me that I was a good friend when my friends turned into typical 8th grade girls and made fun of me. And I took it all for granted. I didn't really believe her, didn't take her words to heart, and mostly just figured she was saying those things because she had to--she was my mom, after all, and
had to love me and think I was great, right?
Now, as a mom myself, I feel like going back in time and kicking 14-year-old Staci in the face, telling her to stop giving her mother such an attitude all the time, and actually take my mom's words and actions to heart. Because of E, I know realize the amount of love my own mom has for me and my siblings. I look at E, and I feel like I know her
so well...I've spent the last 362 (and 9 months) days with her, after all, so I suppose I would know her best. I'm terrified of the day she starts getting the teenage attitude with me, or even when I stop being able to know and predict her actions and words before she does them (which I realize is coming so so soon). With her birthday this weekend, I almost feel like I'm starting a countdown to the number of years I have left with her before she leaves me for college and adulthood. Dramatic? Probably. But gosh, it just makes me want to make every single day with her memorable, happy, and fun because they seem so fleeting right now! I want to tell her all this, make sure she understands just how much I love her and what exactly she means to me, but I know it's pointless. My mom tried to do the same thing with me, and it's just something no one can understand until they become parents themselves.
I suppose my only option now, really, is to call my mom up and tell her thanks. And then to hope that, 30 years from now, E does the same to me. Have you thanked those who raised you lately? Do it.
xoxo