When I first became a mother I thought to myself (quite often) I have no idea what I’m doing.
I have shared this sentiment frequently and through blogging have tried to encourage other moms to give themselves a break. It’s why I wanted to write about parenting. I found so much humor in the everyday and finally realized that I didn’t have to constantly be so hard on myself: You’ve never done this before! How are you supposed to know what you’re doing?
Little did I realize that as my children age I’m recognizing that I’ve been somewhat imprinted. It’s coming out in very subtle ways but it’s very much there:
In the lunch I pack for my oldest daughter.
In the way I say “I love you” a lot.
In the way I get them ready for bed, read books, or eat dinner together.
If I installed a red shag run in the basement and put on Barry Manilow’s Copacabana on repeat it might as well be 1978. And that, is such a good thing.
My mother, who moved to Canada from Ireland in her 20s leaving behind her entire family, gave me the greatest gift of all: a solid foundation and a safe place to land. While my father was the person who yelled “Go for it!” from the sidelines my mother was the person who made it clear that if I went for it I’d always have a casserole to come home to afterwards. My mother is the living incarnation of actions speak louder than words. She instilled in me a deep sense of loyalty and the concept that if you say you’re going to do something than you better well do it.
As a mother myself I want so much for my children but it’s through my own mother that I realize what they truly need is one thing: Love. My mom, not so secretly, always wished I took a more conventional approach to my life. I can’t say she was thrilled when I took off traveling solo for months on end and probably less thrilled when I said I was going to do my Masters (Yay!) in Acting (Oy). I understand where she’s coming from but I think it’s about time she took some responsibility – It’s because you gave me what you did Mom that I took risks. And when things get tough sometimes all it takes is a grilled cheese sandwich and a tomato soup to save the day (70′s style: Kraft Singles and Campbell’s Soup)
My daughter had to make a list for this Mother’s Day of five words she associated with me. Last night I pulled the list from her back pack by mistake and she was none to happy as it was intended for Mother’s day. The words were Special, Funny, Washes, Cleans, Cooks.
I looked up at my daughter with a laugh and said, “Really?” She responded that she wished there was a sixth spot as she forgot something really important, “You buy food from the grocery store that I like to eat.”
Thank you Mom. I think I might be doing something right. If she becomes a stuntwoman it’ll be partially your fault.
I love you.
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