Mother’s Day Contest Finalists
I’m an English teacher. I tell my kids to write with feeling and meaning daily. However, 300 words about my mother seems to leave me speechless. I think the place to start is with the fact that my mom lost her mom when I was four years old to a horrible battle with cancer. Mother’s day was, and I think always will be, one of the most difficult days for my mom.
For years she struggled even being in church for the Mother’s day services. However, over time, she found her way through the pain. She smiles through her tears now when flowers are brought during the Mother’s day ceremonies at church, and holds all of us in a way that you know she takes not one moment of that day for granted. See, that’s our mom: strong and stubborn, kind yet firm, loving and supportive, sentimental yet an organized minimalist, selfless and sweet, and the absolute heart of our family.
Now that I’m an adult (though not a mother yet), I get it. I get why she couldn’t celebrate Mother’s day. I get why her eyes filled with tears when her fingers held that delicate flower during the service. I get why her heart swells at the sight of her kids and grandkids. Because my mother, much like her mother, is my best friend, as well as the best friend of my two other sisters. She listens to our daily stories even as adults, gives her time to our husbands as though they’re her own sons, and looks at her twin grandbabies in a way that lights up a room. Though this is Hallmark-card-level cliche, she is truly the best mother a family full of girls, one dad, three sons-in-law, and twin granddaughters could ask for.
My mother is beautiful outside as she was voted Class Cutest for the Karn’s Senior Class of 1965, and was a member of the Senior Class Homecoming Court. I really want to share how beautiful she is on the inside. She is a survivor of domestic abuse due to my father’s mental health issues combined with drug abuse. She protected my brother and I growing up. She never gave up on my father, and he made things right three weeks before he died (I was 10, and my brother was 21).
My mother gave up her time to be the primary caregiver for her parents back in 2014 after my grandfather had a relapse from Cancer. He passed away in 2015. My mother then cared for my grandmother due to a rapid decline of her health as attributed to Alzheimer’s. My grandmother passed away on 02/27/2018. My mother and I provided round the clock care taking turns with overnight duty the week before she passed away as Hospice had given us a 72 hour timeline which my grandmother surpassed to survive a week.
My mother embodies compassion, ethics, morality, and Godliness. She is gracious, self-sacrificing, and wholesome. I hope to leave as magnificent of a legacy for my family as the example that she has shown. I am blessed to be her daughter.
My mother is a saint who, despite her own disabling arthritis, puts the needs of everyone around her first. She is the caretaker for my father — a disabled veteran and cancer survivor — and myself. My father and I both, in addition to many other comorbid health conditions, have a disabling and progressive lifelong genetic connective tissue disorder, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Our Healthcare is expensive and neither of us can work, so my mother still works well beyond her retirement eligibility to keep decent health insurance and keep us alive. She is selfless, patient, and nurturing. My mother is my best friend and greatest advocate. We know we’re entirely too attached, but we’ve accepted that. In 24 years, the longest we’ve been apart is 11 days. We text and call all day when we’re not together. She does so much for me, all the little things people often don’t consider about living with a disability. She’s my rock.
My mother genuinely cares about the people around her above herself. In 30+ years as an educator, my mother has been completely devoted to the education and success of children. When we encounter her former students, they run up to hug her, even if it’s been 20 years since they last saw her. She makes a lasting impression on those she shows compassion for. Her compassion for others is what drives her and a trait she has, thankfully, passed along to me.
I would love nothing more than to give her the Mother’s Day she deserves, but I’m not capable. I want her to know how loved and appreciated she is and how highly I think of her, that she’s far above every other human in my eyes. I’d give her the world every single day if I could. Please help me give her the Mother’s Day she deserves.