I was reading this article over at Etsy and had to say a few words about moms. I know I’m not alone in owing a large portion of who I am to my mother. And although we have had our difficult times and continue to clash now and then, I only get one mom, and I’m exceptionally grateful for the sacrifices she made to improve my life. My mom is talented and strong, and she’s taught me both directly and indirectly what I do and don’t want my life to be. I’ve learned from my mom’s imperfections as well as her strengths.
My mom instilled in me a love for art, nature and literature. She showed me the value of independence at a young age and has never once pressured me into “getting married and having babies.” She has encouraged me to do more with my life, reminding me that having children in itself is not an accomplishment. (She was 35 when she had me, and never “planned” on having children.) She and my father had a difficult marriage and a worse divorce, and she did everything she could to protect me as I grew up–sometimes too much. I’ve adopted more than a few of her neuroses, too–but I’m working on that.
I guess in a lot of ways, I’m becoming my mother.
So thanks, Mom.
P.S. For great “crazy mom” reads, check out The Center of The Universe by Nancy Bachrach and Her Last Death by Susanna Sonnenberg.