“You might have a mom / She might be the bomb / But ain’t nobody got a mom like mine”
– “Mom” by Meghan Trainor
My mom had a birthday recently, which made me start thinking about her and all that she’s done for me. And that’s how we ended up here – because I’m a lot better at writing than talking.
We all know by now that I love Selena Gomez (I promise there’s a point to this; stick with me). I don’t know why I remember this, but several years ago she won some Teen Choice Award for her charitable impact (certainly well-deserved). When she was giving her acceptance speech, she thanked her mother. “She gave up her life for me,” she said.
My mom gave up her life for me.
We can sit here all day and argue about who’s mom is the best, but you’ll just be blowing smoke to me – I already know mine is the best.
My mom has heart problems and has had a pacemaker since her twenties. She never knew if she would be able to have children, but she had faith (she also had an amazing grandmother named Mary, hence my name). During her pregnancy with me, she was beyond sick, and spent much of it on bed rest. Then I came a little bit early (not dangerously so), and I was not happy about making my entrance into the world when I did. I screamed. Hard. Clearly my lungs were fully developed.
I was not an easy baby. The screaming never really stopped. But I was her baby, and she adored me (this is not me bragging, this is actually a statement of fact). And I never got easier. I got diagnosis after diagnosis heaped upon me, and she took it. She accepted it. She says it makes her love me more.
She’s the one who coordinates my medical appointments, makes sure my medicine gets refilled on time, and comforts me when I’m crying because I think it’s all unfair. She does it all without a thought for herself and for her own health. She has made me her world.
“She’s your mother, you love her / There won’t be another place like her again that you call home / She stands there to help you / There’s nothing she won’t do”
– “Mother” by Sugarland
She does everything without thinking of herself. She’s a nurse, and she helps people all day. She helps her own mother. She runs and takes care of our household. It’s just the way she is, the way she chooses to do life.
I can’t put into words how much my mother means to me. I know every religion has different ideas about how we got here, how we ended up in our little families. But I know, with every fiber of my being, that I was meant to be her daughter. Heavenly Father put us together somehow, because he knew we needed each other.
She is my best friend, my rock, my support system, my encourager, and my cheerleader. She is the reason I am where I am today. No, really, when I was on homebound, she would sit in bed with me and read my social studies book to me. When I was in high school, she fought teachers who wouldn’t abide by my 504 plan. And even now, in college, she goes to bat for me with the disability office.
She lets me choose what shows we binge watch, what movies we watch, and what music we listen to in the car. She lets me choose pretty much everything, actually.
Yes, my mother gave up her life for me. And I will be eternally grateful to her for it.
“She’s a beacon, a harbor / A lighthouse, her armor / A promise and a blanket when it’s cold / You’ll understand it more when you get older / You’ve got each other / That’s your mother”
– “Mother” by Sugarland
Mom, if you’re reading this, thank you. I love you to the moon and back.
“Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind.”
– Howard W. Hunter