When I was a little girl my mom was my whole universe. Her being a housewife and me being an only child probably had a lot to do with it. I thought she was the prettiest woman in the whole wide world, and my goal in life was to at least try to look half as good as she did. I admit that I felt like the ugly duckling next to her.We used to spend a lot of time together, she was always taking care of me. We would go to the park and to have a snack in the afternoons. I loved hanging out with her and her friends, it made me feel like a little lady. If you remember from my last post, one thing I liked about my grandmothers was that they were very lenient with me. My mom, on the other hand, was very strict. I used to laugh at people who said that only children were spoilt. They sure wouldn't be if those children were my mom's! She always made sure I ate the right things for my health, that my hygiene was perfect and that my manners were impeccable.
When I grew up and became a teenager she was the perfect mother. All my friends were jealous of me because I was able to talk to her about anything. She would always be ready to listen to whatever I had to tell her and I had a very comforting feeling that she trusted me. I appreciated her listening to me very much, because she can be quite a talker if she wants to.
As an adult you learn to see your parents in a different light. You realise that apart from being your parents, they are people and they are not infallible. They have their flaws just like everybody else. My mom is a strong woman who has the theory that a little bit of bad temper will save you a lot of trouble in life. Even though she was born in a time when women had a very clear role, she was always a free spirit. She has probably done things she wouldn't have done if she had been born at another time, but despite that, I have a feeling that she has done pretty much what she wanted in life.
I've always loved my mom very much, but the day I myself became a mother that love grew even deeper. I was able to experience the way a mother loves a child, and it struck me to think that she probably loved me in the same way.
Mom, you're the best!
Well, readers, it's your turn now to write about your mothers. I'm really glad that some of the blog's members have plucked up the courage to share their thoughts with us. Don't be afraid of using your English, it'll only get better if you use it.
I'm always who breaks the ice, so, let's start.
ReplyDeleteI had to share my mon with five more sisters, since we were six and all of them girls. My mum was also a housewife who brought up her children, as most women did at that time. Moreover, she got married when she was twenty, therefore she didn't have enough time to make other plans.
Nowadays she is 83 and, when I look back on my childhood, I always see her singing. She had a great voice and could have been an opera singer but her mother didn't agree with that occupation. She was only allowed to sing in public some solo pieces in family environment or charity events.However, her daughters were her choir, and we spent together long hours singing at home.
I have to admit that it was nice to get home from school and have my mum waiting for us. She used to take our cold and wet schoes off and helped us with the homework. And we talked and talked, all the time we needed, because she never was in a hurry. We were her priority.
Those days life went by more slowly, I think...
I miss her. I'd like not to live so far away from her now that she's old and needs me more than never!
I understand you, I hate having my mom far away too. Mine is not very old, but she will be, and that's going to be hard. Plus I miss not being able to share daily life with her, not being able to just get together for a quick coffee while we're both living our lives.
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ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't be like me to complain about anything. But I could say that I almost envy you.
I don't have such a fond memories of my childhood because I had to share my mum with
a relative really demanding and absorbing, the family bussiness!.
My mum has been a bussinesss woman since she was an adolescent, firstly with my
grandfather and later with my father.Running a company during the 70s in Spain was a
tough challenge. She used to travel a a lot, to work long hours and to deal with the cousto
mers even during the weekends. However my mum is unexhaustible, determined and
brilliant along with gorgeous, elegant and extremly friendly. As a consequence the
bussiness was for many years an amazing succees. Thanks to that my brothers and I
received an inpecable education.
As I was a rebel I soon left my town to expent faraway the best years of my life enjoying
the 80s freedom in our country.
Not to log ago, after having my one son, I returned and ever since then, we both were
rewarded with an unusual prize and we could share a jewel, 'my son upbringing'. She
usually tells me that it was the best present a daughter can give her mother.
I remember seeing her telling tales (that herself invented) my son. Those tales she wasn't
be able to tell me. I am a fortunate daughter and she is the best grany a boy can have.
My son grew up and now he lives faraway.
Now is my turn.
My mom is getting old (she is 80) and I really pleased to dedicate most of my strength to
make my parents as happy as I can.
I want to highlight that despite her age she is still lively, generous and most of all she is
the hub of our big family.
I nearly forgot to tell you something about her remarkable personality. You'd better don't
tell her you have a problem ( little or big) because she will do the impossible to help you
(she also has friends in the hell). Normally she succeed.!
My mom is unique.
Mª Jesús has her mom far away, and you have your son. I know this is the way the world works today, but I think it's too bad to have to live separated from the people we love. I know my son has very few years left to live here and it kills me to think about it, even though I encourage his getting to know as much of the world as possible.
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