Five Qualities I Appreciate in My Mother

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

Lately, when I think of my mother, Ann Taylor’s poem titled My Mother comes to mind. Growing up, I sang this poem quite often without truly understanding how much it would come to define who my mother is and all that she does.

Also lately, when I think of my mother, the cold Sunday morning of December 4th, 2011 comes to mind. It was the day, my mom and I, almost lost our lives. We were on our way to church, and the driver of an SUV truck ran the red line and t-boned us. The impact was on my mother’s side, and her Toyota Camry flipped over a few times before colliding with the side of an office building. I passed out for a few seconds and when I came back to reality, the first thought that came to my mind was “this car is about to go up in flames.” Ignoring my mom, who was moaning beside me, I unbuckled myself, opened the doors and stepped out. I wasn’t sitting or waiting around to be turned into a human burger. I staggered when I took my first steps and felt pain all over my body. Before I could get away from the car as I intended, my mother appeared at my side. She ignored her pain, ran around the car and caught me before I hit the ground. She was missing one of her shoes.

That image of her is forever seared in my memory because it signifies everything my mother represents and does for my siblings and I. My mother sacrifices! She endures pain and will give up her life to ensure that we are okay. I’m just starting to understand the depth of her love and what she is willing to give up or endure for me.

Recently, I realized I haven’t separated her as a person from the way she loves as a mother. I don’t see who she is and what she does outside of who she is to me, and what she does for me as my mother. I’m finding it hard to behold her without a sacrifice lens, and it bothers me because I don’t have a specific emotion that wells up within when I think, see or hang out with her. Affection is not something I have or necessarily feel for my mother. Don’t get me wrong I love my mother. When I think of her, see her or get around her, we have a good time. We are not best friends, but I love her and I know I’ll always be there for her. We hug, we cuddle, we laugh, and we talk. But affection, that warm guzzling feeling I feel towards my siblings, is not necessarily replicated with my mom. I have accepted it, but it does bother me still.

As much as I don’t feel affection towards my mother, the one thing I feel for her is appreciation. It is such a different beast from affection; it is the recognition and enjoyment of the good qualities of someone or something. Here are 5 qualities that I appreciate in my mother:

  • Her ability to be calm no matter the circumstance. I grew up in a home of raging wolves. Let’s be honest, three self-assured Leos and one intense Scorpio can be overwhelming to have in any conversation and situation. However, at the end of the day, when my mom, an Aquarius, starts to speak, we all quiet down to hear her take. My mom calms storms and I appreciate that about her.

I have been working to put my mother consistently at the forefront of my mind and heart, and as Mother’s Day approaches, I hope it is a work I continue to do. To love her, honor her, fight her less, and lift her up. Happy Mother’s Day mom, and to all the mothers around the world.

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Writer + Editor. Musings on Faith, Feminism & Entrepreneurship | My life’s broken pieces sprinkled w/ silver lining perspectives @ http://www.adeolafadumiye.com

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AdeOla Crystiana Fadumiye

Writer + Editor. Musings on Faith, Feminism & Entrepreneurship | My life’s broken pieces sprinkled w/ silver lining perspectives @ http://www.adeolafadumiye.com