“To the world, you are a mother. To your family, you are the world.”
I was going to start off this post by stating the history of moms; however, moms are our history. They are the reason we exist. Not to be debated with people’s beliefs of existence, just stating a fact we come into this world by way of our mother. While we honor and appreciate our mothers in May, which is more about marketing than anything else, this is my call to give mothers their due at any and all times. Mothers, you rock! Happy Mother’s Day, every day.
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A fun little side story before we say thank you to our mothers. Growing up, I noticed a lot of people had ‘Mom’ tattoos. The tattoo was so popular that when creating my own Valentine cards for my mom through the years, I would draw a heart with an arrow piercing it, and a banner across it with, yep you know it, M-O-M. Inkedmag.com states that “The mom-heart tattoo was first worn by an Irish sailor, in memory of the folk song entitled ‘Kissed me darling mother’.” Sailor’s continued the tradition that has now become an ever-changing tattoo. Artists and tattoo wearers add different sentimental embellishments and creative ideas from the old school ‘Mom’ on a heart tattoo to many other ways to symbolize our love for mom. Interesting to think how one’s personal tattoo became such a tradition.
Talking about tradition. We have possibly a new tradition starting today. Not a Mother’s Day card. Not a present. Not a dinner. Something we want to share with all our family and friends. The three authors of this blog would love to share a quick note to our mothers both in heaven and here on Earth.
Let’s get started.
Anita Kim Stephens, also known as mom, mother, and Mimi Kim. You have been my mother for 30+ awesome years. Okay, 40+ years. I tried mom, and 30+ is not really lying 😉 Over that time I have given many gifts and cards for Mother’s Day, along with many dinners. Each an accumulation of thanks and love for being my mother and raising me to take on the world. Thank you for putting me in a native american headdress and cowboy outfit to take cute photos. Thank you for putting me in all the sports I was interested in, which was every sport, and always being there to watch…and sometimes coach. Thank you for providing hugs during my teen years to make all the other moms jealous 🙂 Thank you for providing inspiration by going to college the same time I was. These small things add up to a whole lot…even making me eat scrambled eggs every day for a year. On that note, because I do enjoy teasing you a bit, and not just because you say ‘worsh’ instead of ‘wash’, I wanted to write you a comical poem. Sound good? Ok. Here we go.
Since this is a Mother’s Day poem that I write for you,
I will do my darnedest to make it rhyme as it should.
Crud, I do believe I already messed up the first part,
Now I don’t know if I should try to continue a rhyme or toss the idea.
Oh well, I suppose, because the last line is what actually matters, let’s get to it,
That is my mom loves me always, so I wish you a happy Mother’s Day!
Love you, mom!
I also wanted to wish my mother-in-law a Happy Mother’s Day. This year she is spending the day in Colorado with Lynn’s brother, Dave. Since she couldn’t join us for a day of food and celebration, I asked my wife, Lynn, to say share something special.
“No matter the age, you always need your mom.” This quote sums up my mom for me. She’s my best friend, my on call nurse, my cheerleader, my “phone a friend” when I have a question, and well she’s just my mom. We laugh together and cry together. We even bark at my dad together and help my kids grow together (mainly with cookies from her, LOL). She taught me how to be the mom and wife I am today. She’s just the bestest, and I love her to bits. So glad that I have her, cause without her I’d be lost. 🧡 Rinsy Poo
I will never forget the woman who taught me to tie my shoes, brush my hair, helped me get my first library card, and cheered SO LOUD at all of my soccer games. I will never forget the woman who taught me how to be strong and who loved me so so much. While my mom can’t physically be with me to celebrate mother’s day, I feel her spirit and bring her with me everywhere I go, in my heart, and because I have a tattoo with her signature. While I only had her in my life for 21 years, I am so grateful for all of the memories we made and the sacrifices she made for me, my brother, and my sister. I will never forget our pool days at the campground and sharing my first pina colada with her in Florida watching all of the crazy spring breakers.
Mom, thank you for sharing your love of the beach, books, and fun. I am so lucky to be your daughter. You taught me how to be a great person and have set the standards for being a great mom.
We always knew that the one with the biggest heart would end up being the shortest one in the family. In grade school we placed bets on when each of us three kids would pass her up in height. So many memories that are still vivid in my mind. I only wish we had smartphones when I was younger to make it easier to share those moments that I replay in my head. While there are so many things to share about the human I call Mom, one funny memory always stands out.
I remember food cooking in the kitchen (or we were already eating) and Mom was particularly loopy that day. We joked about Tiny Tim’s “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” and in an effort to either embarrass us or make us laugh, she imitated an elephant tiptoeing through the tulips all while singing the song and dancing from the sink to the stove. All four had tears in our eyes from laughing.
It was never easy being a single parent. Even though we drove you crazy many, many times, you still let us be us. We found it creepy when you took pictures of us sleeping, but I totally get it now that I have kids (It’s the only time they are quiet!) You told me I looked wonderful when clearly I was a fashion disaster. Vouched for me (medically and educationally) when I was going through thyroid treatment at 15 and sick everyday for a year. Not to mention, early on you taught me how to eat with utensils. For that I thank you.
I’m grateful for all the sacrifices you made for us, for teaching us the things needed to become functioning adults, and most of all…for keeping it weird! Love you!
A huge thank you to our authors for sharing such personal reflections. It is an opportunity to further open up our world to our readers. We do hope you enjoyed reading this week’s post about our mothers. Do you have a special story to share about your mother, or about being a mother? Share with us in the comments below or on the Start of the Trail Facebook page. We would love to hear about them.