Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there.
I know this is supposed to be a post about a dad’s perspective on “mommin.” But, I believe the best light on the subject would start at me as a child.
I have never been an over-the-top holiday celebrator. It’s more so a reflection of how I was raised by my mommy, Essie. She is not here with us physically anymore. But if you ever had the chance to meet her, you would have known that Essie Jean was a beautiful firecracker of a soul who loved deeply. If she rocked with you, she would let you know how much she loved you every chance she got. If she didn’t…well, she’d honestly tell you that, too.
What I’m getting around to is that I was taught to give you your flowers while you’re still here. I try to give the same energy on April 8th and October 27th and January 31st as I am supposed to on May 13, 2018.
As a dad, I want my kids to understand and appreciate their mom for all of the under-the-radar sacrifices that she has made for the betterment of our family. The years of loss of sleep; the maniacal, robotic cleaning sprees; and the working extra hours at boring posts, I believe, deserve more than one day of cards and pseudo-rest. I want her to know that her words of encouragement and hard work have a lifelong impact.
The baseline of what I think most mothers truly want are the ability to receive and express healthy love 365 and being an overall good person. I know that’s what I gave my mommy, and its what she reciprocated. She told me. I felt it.
Rest in eternal peace Essie Jean – October 27, 1947 – August 18, 2013