What I Remember Most

For those of you lucky enough to still be blessed with your mother’s company… I say, “Relish your time together.” Mother’s Day is a gift to honor the person that brought you into this world, loved you unconditionally, and shared some of your most treasured moments.

The thought of spending mother’s day with your mother and remembering the stages of life in which we both change physically and mentally is a tribute to the humanity of social evolution. This evolutionary tale tells a story of relationship, emotion, and the substance of family values.

If you are rewarded by divine intervention and your mom is a beacon of trust, love, and honor then silently thank God for this miracle. Think of whom you are as a miracle woven by hands that guide your life through the obstacles that can sometimes derail even the strongest of mind and spirit. It is with this background of thought that I now share with you some of my most treasured lessons that have created the best part of who I am and what I stand for.

Three specific lessons that my mother taught me amongst many instances I knew I was blessed to have this person in my life (at what I would later realize was a fleeting moment in time).

First, there was the teaching phase which included being respectful with manners that included but was not limited to, “Please and thank you.” There were so many more instances of her teaching me from reading, writing, arithmetic, of course the violin, and the composition of understanding simple deduction to more complicated biblical metaphors.

Secondly, there was the teaching of the importance of family, interaction with friends, and the social grace needed and required to be a successful and contributing member of society. This, as an only child, was difficult to grasp as typically “only children” tend to be more self centered and introspective. I found through my parents love for the arts and theatre that humor, self sacrifice, and the gift of entertaining others was a trait that endeared one to friends and family. This would ultimately lead to me never suffering the indignity of being alone.

Thirdly, and perhaps the most important lesson I learned, was that of “unconditional love”. The many trials and tribulations I put my mother through (and I was a pretty good kid) was a testament to her love and support. On more than one occasion I tested her limit of compassion and patience which always led to her unwavering sense of “unconditional love”.

What started as small tests when I was young (a hole in the knee of my pants three days in a row) to much larger tests of “unconditional love” when I was older (car crashes… yes plural) taught me that there must be something I had yet to understand about the laws of forgiveness and “unconditional love”.

Well, as I am blessed to remember my time with my mom (she passed away in 1992) I can tell you two things most certainly:

One – I still think about her every day and miss her so much that sometimes the tears well up and I am taken back to her smile, her heart, and the sweet mentor she was for me.

Two – Now that I have a daughter (whom is my greatest gift) I understand “unconditional love”.

If you are reading this and have a moment, please reach out to your mom to thank her for all she’s done for you, but especially thank her for whom she is.