As we say in French “merci mille fois” thank you a million times for being my mom!
Greeting card companies remind us to mark this day, but I think of you every day.
I have been so fortunate to have been born to you — a generous, kindhearted, intelligent Norwegian-American mom, who guided me through tough transitions with my identity intact during the tumultuous 60s and 70s. Because of you, I became adventurous, courageous and tenacious.
I hate to imagine what my life would have been like growing up at that time period without a mom like you. You let me be me, warts and all. As if you knew that one day this hellbent, stubborn, ornery child would grow up to be a curious, compassionate, tolerant human being.
You nurtured me as a baby, cheered on my first shaky steps as a toddler and applauded even when those bold footsteps led me across the globe.
I could have never navigated my role as a trailblazer without a forward thinking mom encouraging me to overcome setbacks, supporting me through the trials of being a first, and nursing me back from injuries in my rough and tumble life as a female athlete.
You never forced me to sit pretty on the sideline in dainty dresses, instead you let me mix it up and play ball with boys in my grassed-stained dungarees.
Because you accepted me early on, I learned to like myself long before society willingly let girls in the game.
I often credit Dad as my coach, but you were my counselor!
If I became a Title IX pioneer, it was because from day one, my loving, patient, pioneer mom believed in me.
So many of our mothers no longer walk this earth, but their impact in our lives abides forever.
I am grateful that you are still here as such a cherished part of my life. Sometimes I wish I lived right next door, so I could check up on you, the way you’ve have watched over me, but thanks to modern technology, we remain only a phone call apart.
How I treasure our conversations! We discuss everything from ancestors, to books, to history, to politics, to human rights. As a teenager, I ignored your suggestions, but as an adult I turned to you for advice. Today I listen carefully to your words, sometimes, even taking notes when you impart your pearls of wisdom.
Today I truly appreciate your selflessness. As you once told me, we offer our babies as a gift to the world the moment they leave our wombs.
Because of your example, I learned how to live a kinder, calmer, more generous life filled with gratitude.
In turn, I passed on that grace, not only to my own two biological children, but to hundreds of others that I coached and taught.
You taught me how to love unconditionally and then let go. Though, now we too live far apart, my daughter, a pediatrician in the USA and my son, a chiropractor in England fulfill their own destiny helping others through their chosen professions.
You showed me how to be a strong, resilient woman, how to bridge the distances between us and strengthen the bonds between cultures, countries and generations.
Sadly, our mothers cannot live eternally, but we carry their love with us always, forevermore.
Pat, what a fabulous tribute to your mother. So glad you still have her to impart her pearls of wisdom. She certainly did a wonderful job with you and your siblings. And it is so true that you passed on your kind, generous, calm life with immense grace as a coach to so many students. So happy to have had that experience with you. Send my love and hugs to your mother on this Mother’s Day. I’d give anything to hug my mom one more time.
Thanks Tina. I know you wish you could hug your mom one more time, but her sparky, spunky spirit lives on in you, your daughters and each of your grandsons. Hugs and love to you this special day.
So much respect for your mom … both your parents!
Thanks. I appreciate that.
Lovely tribute, Pat! Yes, we’re both fortunate and blessed to have grown up with such strong moms. Mine, too, didn’t insist I sit prettily on the sidelines. Nope, she encouraged us girls to compete with the boys (in tennis and the classroom). We’re the better for having had them as role models!