Mother of three. Mother of me.
Today I'm devoting this space to mom. Specifically,
my mom. And how her influence helped shape who I am today.
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Celebrating turning 6 with a birthday party at McDonalds.
Mom doesn't miss the opportunity to influence a future librarian. |
Mom, in light of recent accolades I'm reminded of the perhaps cliche act of mom shout-outs captured on film whenever a team wins the Superbowl, a young man wins an Academy award, or a child takes the stage at a spring concert. It's the "Hi, Mom!", the "I love you, Mom!", or, even, the "first off, I want to thank my mother... the most important person in my life" that come to mind.
I wonder if you know that several people at work have seen your Facebook posts, forwarding a recent news article, singing your maternal pride and love for me. They say, "I can tell she's really proud of you." I smile
every time.
You taught me to be honest with others and to be kind to the people I meet. You taught me to take pride in what I accomplish and to be thankful for the gifts I'm given. You provided for me whenever you could and helped me to understand not to ask for things out of want. You and dad gave me the tools to create success, allowed me the room to make mistakes, and provided opportunities to demonstrate responsibility.
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| Me at 3. |
As my son, your grandson, approaches his 3rd birthday I have become reflective even more so on my role in his life and my influence on who he will become. I image you did the same countless times over as you watched me grow. So allow me to close by saying I'm sorry I caused you so much worry. There were some very late nights and some very sketchy parts of town. And, although I was always in the company of my friends, I always follow up stories of playing clubs in Baltimore with how blind teenagers must be to the danger of the situations they put themselves in. Thankfully for me, things never got
too real. And those nights that you were still waiting up even though you
knew where I was and who I was with and how late I'd be getting home... it still mattered to me that you waited and that you worried. The years working at my school have caused me to regularly consider the home lives of my students. I sometimes wonder if they have someone waiting up and worrying over them. Sometimes I know the answer to that question and it makes me sad.
So, thank you for worrying over me. For loving me. For helping me to love my students and care for them in a way that reflects the morals on which I was raised.
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother's Day.
- Matthew