Mom, I’m sorry. You were right.

One of the most surprising things about becoming a mother is realizing in a lightning-bolt-flash of a moment that your mother had been right. Indeed, she was right about so many things. I want to take a moment and let my mom wallow in her “rightness”. You were right when you told me:

• That Santa Claus would always come as long as I believed
• That life isn’t always fair
• That some problems and wounds feel better the next morning
• To always bake chocolate chip cookies on rainy days, even when living in Seattle
• To not save the good china and the good furniture just for guests or special occasions.
• To pick up after yourself and to put your toys away when finished
• That fairies live in lamps, teddy bears talk and magic exists in warm, fuzzy blankets.
• To only listen to opinions from people whom you respect.
• That sometimes the best time to spend your money is when you don’t have it
• To not live life scared. Be bold.
• To surround myself with pretty things, and bright colors
• Broken hearts hurt but everybody gets one and that is why there are so many songs written about it.
• To never call people names when angry. When you fight stick to the issue not to the person.
• Motherhood is a job and you need to treat it like one. Get up, put on your uniform and get to work.
• When you are wrong, say you’re sorry, and mean it.
• To make spaghetti sauce from scratch, and matzo ball soup from a package
• To not talk about doing something but do it
• That 5 years old is the best age to be and even though we all grow older none of us has to grow up.

Most importantly you told me that you loved me every day. You told me that motherhood was the best job you ever had and you would do it again if you could. And so today mama I’m giving you permission to say “I told you so”. You were right.

——————————————————————————————————————

This is my submission for Scribbit’s Write Away Contest