The Greatest Gift
Last night I called my mother to wish her a happy birthday and somehow, our conversation evolved to how my mother was raised and how she had conciously made the decision to raise us differently. From what my mother told me, her and her siblings grew up being afraid of a lot of things. Going out at night. Staying home alone. Driving a car. Etc. Etc. When her own children were born, my mother decided that we wouldn’t be grow up being afraid. So she combated her own fears so that she wouldn’t pass them on to us.
To me, that is one of the greatest gifts that my mother has given me and I am grateful for that – because of her, I don’t think that there is anything that I am afraid of. (Except zombies.)
This photo was taken in April last year when my mother and aunt came to Toronto for my bridal shower. The entire weekend, my Mom, who had been there before, kept saying, “Look at that, Marg” or “Look at this, Marg.” And my aunt kept responding with, “Wow!” I must have heard the word “Wow!” 100 times that weekend.
But what I remember so clearly about that weekend (amongst other things) was how much pleasure my mother received showing her sister so many new and exciting things.
Happy belated-Birthday to my Mom.
(My mother is the one on the right. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, she really does have two arms :).
Ps. I am aware that my header photos seemed to be missing. I have plans to investigate on the weekend.