Personal Experience

Things I Learned From My Mother

Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing moms out there. The ones that love and support their children no matter what, are always there for them, and build trust. I was extremely lucky growing up to be blessed with the mom I got. She is patient, extremely hard-working, and the strongest person I know. When I was a teenager, even then I began to understand the amount of sacrifice and dedication it took on her part to raise me and support our family. She worked full-time my entire childhood, holding down retail management jobs, but she always had time for me. She cooked dinner every night, spent time with me, kept in touch with friends and family, and maintained positivity throughout.


Now as an adult, I am even more in awe of her. I am barely keeping it together most days, and I don’t have a kid or a mortgage or a full-time job. How she managed to juggle all of that, plus keeping a household, socializing, cooking, going to appointments, keeping a yard, the list goes on. While she obviously had my dad to help her as well, I am still staggered by how much my mom did for us. So here are some life lessons I’ve learned from her over the years.

Hard Work Pays Off

As someone with depression and anxiety illnesses, sometimes even the simplest task seems insurmountable. But every time I feel like I’ve hit a wall and that my recovery is destined to fail, I just remember my mom. Like I’ve mentioned already, she worked so hard throughout my whole childhood and to this day. She worked full time at retail jobs that, in my opinion, never quite appreciated her for what she was worth. She would then come home from work and cook dinner for us. She would clean or do yard work, even after a long shift. She would take care of me if I was sick, go out with her friends, or take me to my activities or appointments without complaint.

One Halloween, I wanted to be a die. Yep as in dice. She made me this costume from scratch. 

I learned from that example that determination and dedication will pay off. Sure, we’re not exactly living large, buying yachts and taking vacations every other week (like I feel she deserves), but we got by perfectly well. We went camping every year, had close relationships with our large family, and I never felt deprived or ignored. Well, I probably did when I was a teenager once or twice, but that’s kind of a teenager’s MO.

Not only does that all inspire me to keep my nose to the grindstone, but my mom’s support for my recovery is unending. She believes in me so hard, it’s hard not believe in myself as well. I know that no matter what, I can always turn to her or go back home to open arms if I needed.

Kindness Is Not A Weakness

My mom has always been extremely nice to everybody. Even when people aren’t the most polite to her, she will still smile and say thank you. She makes friends easily and quickly. When I was younger, I remember we couldn’t go out anywhere without her running into a dozen people she knew and who greeted her warmly. Every time I post a picture of us on Facebook, I always get several comments from people saying how much they love her. I’m not even kidding about that, even though it seems like an exaggeration.

Now, as an adult, I know that being friendly and nice to others is just the best way to be. It’s how to get people to truly vouch for you and back you up. She has friends and family that she can rely on and go to if she needs. I learned from her that simply being kind is the best way to act. My mom was never a pushover, however, and she would stand up for herself when necessary. She’s had her fair share of people being rude or demanding with her, but she only fights back when absolutely necessary.

Love Powerfully and Without Restraint

This is the face of a woman who just got a toddler to stop having a tantrum.

Mom, if you’re reading this, you’re probably sobbing by now. In fact, I would bet that you started tearing up when you first saw the title of this post. My mom is a very open and emotional person, who wears her heart on her sleeve, even when she doesn’t mean to. I have never once in my entire life wondered if my mom loved me. She has always told me she does, showed me she does, and treasured me like a precious gem. She loves fiercely, ready to defend the ones she cares for. As a kid, I knew, come hell or high water, my mother would have my back and love me unconditionally.

She is like that with other people, too. She shows how much she cares with her actions and words. She compliments without a second thought and is always chatting with everyone around her. She brings out the best in people this way. Of the five love languages, my mom speaks in acts of service. When it comes to her family, she will cook, clean, or pitch in with chores without complaint.

I try to live my life with such an open heart. Treasure those around you that you love dearly, and you will always be surrounded by them. Guarding your heart, protecting it from becoming attached and vulnerable doesn’t guarantee its safety. It will just make it hard and cold to any kind of love or happiness.

10 More Smaller Nuggets of Wisdom

  1. Never skip breakfast.
  2. Always fulfil your promises.
  3. Don’t start movies after 8:30 PM.
  4. Think for yourself and say what you mean.
  5. If you’re nervous about something, it probably means it’s the right thing to do.
  6. Drop fake friends who are dragging you down. You don’t owe them anything.
  7. Learn the value of the things you buy and use. You should know what constitutes a high and low electricity bill, for example.
  8. Recycle.
  9. Comparing yourself to others either leads to low self-esteem or cockiness; neither of which is a good characteristic.
  10. Call when you get home from a long trip.

Thank you, Mom!


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