In honor of Mother’s Day, O Sole Mio Sundays is on hiatus…
Today is a special day for women all around the word; for moms, step-moms, grandmas, aunts, sisters, cousins and friends. Today we honor our mothers. Today I honor mine.
This has been an odd, yet amazing, year for my mother and me. We have always been mother and daughter, but I think for decades we were searching, hoping, praying that we’d be something more – that we’d be friends, too. There’s always been love. There’s always been affection. For Pete’s sake, she’s the woman who rubbed my lumpy noggin for months after birth, planted me my first tree, taught me to be a terrific party host, and gave me a love for one of things I treasure most in life – reading. Long before “Sunshine” emerged into the picture, she was always the sparkle in the sky. But, we were always just mom and daughter. Connie and Kim.
This year, our wishes (or at least mine) came true. I found a new friend. We get pedicures together. We share the same cleaning gal. We complain about our dogs (and sometimes our husbands) to each other. We call each other when we see something the other would like on QVC. She cooks for me (and even more for the hubby). I send her David Baldacci books to read. We argue about politics (although I must say that’s not really a pleasant experience). We “discuss” religion as peers and adults. We dish the dirt. In fact, I can’t remember a single day in the last number of months where we haven’t connected by phone, or by blog, or by email at least once a day.
When I was first diagnosed with M.S., mom was by my side daily – grocery shopping for me in the early days; driving me to work and appointments; calling at 8:35 in the morning each time I was delayed in making a blog posting, just worried to death that a relapse had befallen me. She’s learned to mix “are you doing OK today?” with a normal, run of the mill conversation that has nothing to do with an M.S. symptom check up. She’s educated family and friends about my prognosis and future. She’s worked hard to help keep me focused, centered, and strong.
Naturally, this year’s Mother’s Day is extra special for me. I found a cute card for mom this year, referencing that she’s both a friend and a mother. Apparently in the eyes of Hallmark, that makes her a Frother.
So, to my Frother – I love you dearly and I’m glad our dreams are finally coming true. Together.
Kim,
I have a wonderful friendship with my two daughters, they are funny, and caring and beautiful. We get together every tuesday night for “girls night”, it’s something we’ve been doing for eight years now. I love being their Mom.
My youngest daughter became a mother for the first time seven months ago. On the card she gave me today she had written “You have been the perfect example of the Mom that I want to be to my own children” It was the nicest compliment I have ever had.
I remember feeling that way about my mother, I loved and respected her with all my heart, she was my friend as well as my Mom. She passed away in 2000, and I miss her so much.
To all you Moms out there ~ Happy Mothers Day!
This was a very sweet post. It’s true… mom’s make the best friends!