In honor of Mother's Day today I decided to post essentially me gushing about why my mother is more important than air or microwavable mac 'n cheese. So I have come up with the following list.
Reasons I Adore/Need My Mother
1. Motivation comes in a five foot four package.
My
mother has the uncanny ability to motivate. She could look at a tree in the
dead of winter it would be so pumped little green leaves would start popping
out left and right. It makes me one of the happiest young ladies to claim her
as the woman who gave birth to me. Growing up, she was always there when I was
faced with any type of choice. “Do what you’ll like” she always told me. “We’ll help you anyway we can.” She probably
didn’t understand that through that clause I would rope her into dance lessons,
basketball teams, soccer practices, synchronized swimming competitions, and so
many hours of dealing with a little, frustrated Megan pouting on the couch. I
never doubted my mother’s support because she vocalized it freely; it seemed
that she constantly had a portion of her brain devoted to me and what I would
need. I can’t even do something like that for school, perhaps it’s one of those
talents that came after the first born child arrived. The sweetest thing of all
is my mom’s incredible enthusiasm for anything and everything I attempt. When I
first decided I wanted to go into Film it was a complete hairpin turn from my
previous career aspirations in nursing. Then I come in with some hare brained
idea to instead pursue a career in the Arts (with a capital A, mind you). Even
though I thought I would be a disappointment to my mother, I had made up my
mind and that is the point of no return for me. Do you know what? She was behind
me 100%. She could tell that this was something I really, REALLY wanted to do.
Though it didn’t stop her (and other family members) from dropping occasional
hints about the benefits (career and financial-wise) of going into either
engineering or the medical field. Still, she knows how to get excited and get
others around her excited too. She may be small, but she packs one
inspirational punch.
2. She knows exactly how stressed I am by the state of my
hair
Mother
knows me VERY well. So well, in fact, she is a regular Sherlock Holmes when it
comes to reading me. When I lived at home, she would know how stressed I was
simply by the state of my hair. She would know if I was lying because
apparently I do funny things with my mouth when I’m fibbing. She knew when
something was extremely important to me just by watching me talk about it. To
my mother, I am an open book. We have built such a strong relationship over the
years, I thank my Heavenly Father every day for that. Many of my friends would
talk badly about their mothers or would constantly fight or compete with their
moms. But not me and my mom. Mostly because I knew that I would instantly lose
any fight I started with my mother. Also, because I knew that she loved me. She
loved me and that was all I needed to know that she’d be an ally in battle.
Every day I know she thinks about me because I think about her just as much,
probably more. Being able to call her up at any time and just chat about life
is one of the greatest blessings of having a mother. I thank my lucky stars
that she is counted among my friends. Every night, I pray that I will love and
befriend my children just as my mother did for me. It seems crazy right now;
the thought of bearing and raising children of my own makes me want to curl up in
a blanket and rock back and forth. However, thanks to the divine appointment
God has endowed women with, I feel more confident that when the time comes I
will have a chance to put my maternal instincts into action. I know as a
youngster I sure tested my mother’s maternal instincts. My parents both became stronger through trying to tame a terror like me. I will be apologizing for
that for the rest of my life, I’m sure. In any case, I am so glad and even
relieved that my mother knows who I am inside and out, backwards and forwards,
just like a best friend should.
3. Mother really does know best
My mom
is one smart cookie. I don’t think I ever went through a phase when I didn’t
know that my mother was smarter than me. Mothers everywhere don’t become great moms
because they passed Motherhood 101 or they earned straight As in Patience 202. Experience
is the heart of understanding. If that is true, then no wonder my mother is
such a smarty pants. Every time I leave home to come back to college, I kick
myself because I didn’t ask my mom more about her life. I learn so much from
her already, even though I am the selfish, blond, 20 something who doesn’t’
know quite what she wants in life. I love that I come from a home that has two
very intelligent, very sensible parents. It brings a little order to the nut
house known as the Williams Zoo (sometimes I was tempted to answer the phone “Williams’
Zoo, which animal do you want to talk to?”). Luckily, my parents complement
each other so perfectly; neither one is “greater” nor “smarter,” they are just
parents. Mamma Williams will do everything in her power to help us kids even if she doesn’t know the first thing about whatever we are working on. My dear
mother, bless her soul, went back through Pre-Calculus text books to re-learn
the concepts in order to help my brother and I with homework in high school.
She went through high school mathematics, not once (which is more than I ever
wanted) but three times with each of use and probably a 4th time as
my youngest sister goes into high school. I think people have been granted
sainthood for less. Ok, that was out of line, but in all seriousness who wants
to go through high school algebra and calculus four times by choice? When my
mom doesn’t know something (which I don’t think is anything) she makes sure she
learns it. It’s a good thing she has such a loving and enthusiastic heart. I
would have given up so many times when my mom kept pushing through. There have
been many times I look at my mom and think “Huh, well that was downright
genius. Never would have thought of that.” Genius comes after many other
identifiers I have for her, first and foremost among them being “Mom.”
4. She has magic powers only a mother possess
Every
time I lose something and I’ve looked for it for hours on end (okay, more like
20 minutes), I know the moment I ask my mom to go look for it she'll find it in a
heartbeat. No matter what I’ve done in search of it. It’s magic
I tell you. The moment I get my mother involved all she has to do is think
about finding it and the object will appear. At one point I asked her when I
would get my super powers. She replied, “Once you‘ve given birth to your first
child. It’s an acquired skill.” As disappointed as I was, I have been very
excited to become a mother; if for nothing else but the ability to hear things
from any room in the house, or have eyes in the back of my head, or the ability
to simply look at someone and make them cower before crossing me. My mother has
been a force to be reckoned with since before I can remember. Having two
teenage brothers at home, I see how my mom can convince them to clean up the
kitchen with nothing more than intonation in a comment. Mamma rules the roost.
Yet she is the most loving, tender, funny, and interesting woman I’ve ever been
privileged to meet. If anyone deserves super powers on this earth, it would be
mothers. Who else has the guts to cook, clean, care, nurture, drive, shop, and
love so many people? I think of mothers being pre-made to handle pressures
beyond their wildest dreams. Then, she comes out the other side more beautiful
as a human being than she could have been before. I’ve seen first-hand how
graceful under pressure my mother is. In my book, she could take down Wonder
Woman any day.
Well, Mom, I love you very, very much. Here's to 20 years of being great mother! To finish off, I think this extremely sappy video for Mother's Day says it all.
I guess you could say geeky tee shirts started it all. A few weeks later we went on one date, then two, then four, and low and behold we are official now. To be completely honest, I have no idea what I'm doing or how to be a good girlfriend. This is a chance to try out a new aspect of myself.
