I heard an ad on my Pandora station that said, “Mother’s Day isn’t about celebrating mothers; it’s about celebrating all that your mother has given you.”
And while I think I understand the idea behind the line, I respectfully disagree. Mother’s Day is about celebrating your mother. Sure, part of it may be what she’s done for you, but it’s also about what she does for her and who she is.
You celebrate her for…
…being an amazing role model
…her dedication to her own goals, as well as yours
…putting up with your phone calls while you’re driving, even though you know she doesn’t like it
…being as non-judgmental as possible, even when you tell her something that you’d judge if it were anyone else
…being incredibly supportive
…giving the best advice
…wearing the same size as you do, because closet-shopping during trips home is both fun and cheap
Mama and me circa 1992 - in homemade dresses, no less
…always sending something for the little holidays, just so you still get a taste of home
…having a more vibrant social life than you do (even if the night starts at 4:30 and ends after the NCIS reruns are over)
…living a life that you’re proud to aspire to
…being happy
People have extended their birthdays into birthday weekends, weeks, and months. And yet, we give moms a day.
Sure, that totally seems adequate.
So this time, Mama, and from now on, the parade is for you.
I’ll even let you wave the flag and wear the hat.
I hope you know how much I love you, appreciate you, and want to be like you. Not just this Sunday, this weekend, or this month, but every single day.
And if I call too much? It’s just because I want you to be sure of all of that.
I love you, Mama. Happy Mother’s Day Weekend.
Learning to Fly 