Getting older shows you what strength really is, and I believe I’ve found the definition of strength in my mother. All moms really are the ones who deserve a medal for the strength and courage and foundation they provide for their children. So where’s their medal of honor or purple heart? I believe it’s in the lives of their children.
Mother’s are the ones who put on a brave face for their child even if they themselves are scared out of their mind as well, but they never let it show. It’s admirable, how selfless my mother is, how she never lets me see her vulnerabilities in emotionally triggering situations. She’s shaped me into the young woman I am today and that strength I see inside of her I can only hope to gain as I get older.
If there were ever a role model in the life of a girl, it should be our mothers. They nurture us after our birth, they spend endless nights laying awake at night just incase our cries come over the baby monitor, they teach us (along with our fathers of course) how to develop the cognitive ability to form words and to walk and to be a piece of them. Then when we get older they become a friend who can be closer than any other friend; they still try so desperately to protect us from the painful and scarring things life throws at us so mercilessly, no matter how old we are. I can recall countless conversations with my mom about my Grandma and how she told me Grandma never cried infront of her or my uncles after the passing of my Grandpa because she had to be strong for them. That fact always astonished me; I wondered where that strength came from and I knew that when I got older, it was a strength I wished to have as well.
And then something happened, and that exact character trait shone through within my own mom. In a situation where I should have been trying to emotionally keep my mother together, I was the one falling apart at the seems and she was there (like my Grandma to her and my uncles) as a source of comfort and strength and support. I never saw her cry, not once that day.
That’s the thing about moms, and I can only hope to one day inherit those characteristics she and my Grandma have; they place their children before themselves and in return become the most selfless people on the face of this earth. It’s admirable, really.
I just hope to make my mother proud through my life. From the time I was a little girl I wanted to be like my Grandma, and as I get older and the relationship I have with my mom grows closer and stronger with each day, I can only dream to be a perfectly entwined combination of those 2 admirably strong and independent women.
I can only wish that all young girls are able to experience these things. A mothers strength, courage and love for others has the ability to change the lives of us children.
“The relationship between parents and children, especially between mothers and daughters, is tremendously powerful, scarcely to be comprehended in any rational way”- Joyce Carol Oates