With Mother’s Day this Sunday, I wanted to share some amazing truths about the woman My Mother is.
The truth is My Mother’s is patient.
It’s 1986, less than 1 month before her child is said to be due. The doctor urges her to have a sonogram because her belly is extremely large. Maybe it’s because I had Ryan 13 months prior she thought. Unable to afford the test, the doctor does it anyways because he is concerned at her weight gain. And then the words she’ll never forget were said, “You’re having twins”.
The truth is My Mother is kind.
For as long as I can remember My Mother has made holidays so special. Whether it was coins tapped instead our Easter cards or balloons & chocolate sent to our school for Valentines. My mother’s love for us has always been lavish, fun and filling. When I found out she was my first Valentine, the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Tooth Fairy I was so excited! She always made sure we felt loved and special. And we always did.
The truth is My Mother always protects.
It’s the Little League Baseball Championship, Conrad and Ryan are playing for the East Side Reds and they win! My Mother and I sat out in the stands cheering insanely loud. When noticeably, My Mother’s gaze drifted to just beyond the first base fence. There, a man stood cheering simultaneously with us. Who was that man? It was my real father. My Mother and him divorced when I was just 5. This was the first time we had seen him in years… Mama Bear made sure we were protected and asked if we wanted to meet with him. She left the decision up us and we all agreed to say hello, with her by our side.
The truth is My Mother always trusts.
When I was ready to move from Barstow to Hermosa Beach, My Mother didn’t ask questions. I wondered why this was… why she felt comfortable with her only daughter moving 130 plus miles away. She answered this with, “You’ve always known what you wanted to do. And I trust your decisions.” Thank you Mama.
The truth is My Mother always hopes.
When it came to our schooling, My Mother was a stickler. Education was very important to her as well as extracurricular activities. Her support in this allowed us to dream. My Mother never discouraged our involvement, even when the costs were outrageous. She saw our potential when we didn’t.
The truth is My Mother always perseveres.
When My Mother was left to raise three babies under 6 on her own, she still found a way to work full time. Whether at Howard Johnson’s, Rositas, or Stater Bros, she executed her roles and has been frequently recognized for her hard work. Not only a working Mother but a very involved Mother. She never lacks energy or is without a smile.
The truth is My Mother’s love never fails.
During every hardship or victory, every memory, My Mother is there. Her love is more than an expression it is an put into action every day. And I am so thankful she is My Mother.
When I think about My Mother’s love it has always been perfect. Mirrored to the love of God. The same God she prayed to when Conrad had spinal meningitis and Ryan had severe asthma. The same God that brought our step-dad into our lives, and opened her heart to forgiveness to my real father. The same God that she prayed to protect us, keep us and save us. His perfect love was reflected through My Mother. The same God that gave her strength to be by her dad’s and her mom’s side for their last breaths. The same God that fills her with joy every single day, to the point when others see her they become joyful too. The truth is My Mother is love.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” 1 Corinthians 13
Happy Mother’s Day to all!
All photos copy right of Krissy Gimenez Photography