Image is courtesy of my blackberry – that’s why it’s fuzzy!
According to Dr. Oz’s “You Being Beautiful”, one of the things that can lead you on a path to happiness is simply expressing gratitude to someone. His exact words are to “…think of someone that has had an effect on your life-big or small – and write that person a note of gratitude.” Today, in honour of my mother’s bleep-ity-fifth birthday (c’mon a girl has got to keep a few secrets), I have chosen to write her that note to tell her how grateful that I am to her.
You have never been a typical mother. Sure, you cook for me (I love taking tupperware home when I visit you) and I bring you clothes to sew for me, but you have always had a way of doing things that is completely your own. You have a way of thinking that is modern for someone of your few years – you little spring chicken, while still maintaining the morals that you were brought up with. You embrace things in a way that works for you including technology (no one loves a game of Scrabble on the computer more than my mother).
You taught me the most important lessons in life. Respect has to be earned, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, not to cut off my nose to spite my face and to always dress appropriately for the weather. Dear readers, if you don’t understand the cliches basically, people want to be around you if you are nice and pride really is a wasted emotion (at times). You always want my life to be easier but you never let me take the easy way out. You taught me through your actions, particularly after these last few difficult years, that attitude is everything and that having a sense of humour will get your through life’s toughest challenges. You make me laugh Mummy, sometimes, even when I’d rather cry and for that I am grateful. One time, when I said you were being naughty, your words to me were that at your age, you’ve earned the right to speak your mind and you know what? You have – so speak away – it’s not like I can stop you anyway (kidding).
Mummy, I know that you think that I don’t listen to your advice, but I do. You are my financial advisor, my cuisine advisor, my medical advisor and my reality check all rolled into one little not quite 5 foot package. I may not say it at the time, but I always check into what you tell me, and even though it pains me to admit it, most of the time you are right. You know so many things, like how to get a stain out, how to make soup in a microwave taste like you’ve cooked it for hours on a stove top, how to create pottery with your own little hands and how to make a bed with hospital corners. That is just a small sampling of your talent – I could write an entire month of my blog just based on things that you know and still only sratch the surface.
I want you to know how proud I am to be your daughter. I see you in me through my determination (some may say stubbornness, but we now what it really is) and my desire for excellence in my life, but, you taught me that I have to be ok with failure sometimes too. You taught me how to be independent, but still know that I’m not an island. When I hear someone tell me how wonderful you are, I always answer that I know how lucky I am. You have been a constant in my life. I don’t know where I would be without you. I only hope that I can make you as proud of me as I am of you.
Today and everyday, I am grateful to be,