Mother/daughter relationships can be difficult. Our mothers may stress, annoy and anger us. They can also guide, nurture and inspire us. They have the uncanny ability to take you from one to the other in a single afternoon. My mother can be the sweetest at times, telling me how incredibly proud she is of me while serving my favorite home cooked treat but before I know it, she’s passively aggressively suggesting I should be ashamed for not cooking for my family. I’d like to think that I haven’t developed this special ability yet but my husband may disagree.
My mother and I have had some serious bumps in the past year or so. Our relationship went from close and loving to distant and at the verge of collapse. It’s now on the mend and we’re working through it. I hope this latest challenge can eventually bring us even closer. However, I sometimes
dwell on the negative and the difficulties of this past year more than I would like. I recently stumbled upon the poem below I wrote for my mother when I was 20 years old (eek! 15 years ago!). It reminded me of all the warm and happy feelings my mom has consistently brought me. I had an amazing childhood thanks to her sacrifices and dedication. The words below brought back all the admiration and affection that this past year has veiled.
I’d like to share the poem for all of you momma’s who sometimes forget how much you are admired by your children…even when they don’t show it. And also for you ladies who sometimes need a reminder of how amazing your mom is…even when you’re questioning how the hell you two can be related.
Happy Mother’s Day To My Mom…The Wiser Part of Me
This is to the one that protected me
To the one who knows all and can see
To the stronger, firmer, fiercer me
To the gifted soul I try to be
She loves to laugh, play and feel life
But she’s been deeply slashed with life’s knife
Yet she kicked back vibrantly
And sowed her self worth triumphantly
This is to the one who helped me stay strong
Who showed me courage, who paved life along
To the one who carried the arduous load
Who taught and showed me destiny’s road
She’s the one who opened a sanguine gate
The one that shares with me a fervent trait
We both agree on the concept of faith
And on how often we should bathe
This is to the one who made fun of my large feet
Who hates peas, rats and dark meat
To the one who can’t stand a gray hair
Nor a wrinkle, that to her is not fair
She held me close throughout my tears
And had me tackle those relentless fears
I know her insight I won’t need to yearn
She’ll be right there where I’ll constantly learn
This is to the one who fears getting old
But wants to live life valiantly bold
To the one who tries to let me go free
Even though it hurts to release and just see
I’ve learned so much from this essence of mine
From this sweet and pungent intertwine
Of course we don’t always see eye to eye
But that won’t be how life passes us by
I broke through her womb and will always be her little girl
But now I am a woman who needs to independently twirl
Who appreciates all of who I now am
Thanks to her my strength and poise passes any exam
From my first memory I somehow knew
She would always love me and hold true
I can’t thank her enough the world needs to know
I love her and together our souls we continue to sow
To my mom, the wiser part of me
Happy Mother’s Day.
Sarahi Nunez Mejia is an organizing wizard, events mastermind, wife and mom. She lives in a 500 sq ft tiny house with her family in Los Angeles and blogs about the lifestyle of downsizing and minimalism, prioritizing experiences over things, and using your money smartly at Tiny Living In LA.
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