Today, I am grateful for my Mother, Sharon Peterson. I have written quite a few posts on my blog about my mother, as referenced (1, 2, 3, 4, 5). You might say that she is in the top ten things featured in my writing. Pretty important person you might say. Both would be pretty true. She’s kind of a big deal. There are a lot of clichés out there, “my mom is better than your mom,” or, “the best mom of ALL THE MOMS!” And while these are true about my mom, they kind of fall short.
For as long as I can remember, my mom has struggled with change. Friends have left her, moved, or passed on. Circumstances in her life have changed as well. I remember the two moments in my life when she lost her mother, and then her father. I remember the pain she felt. I remember her leaning against a wall as my sisters and I got on the floor with her and comforted her while she cried. I remember moving from our old house that we grew up in and how truly hard that was for my mom to not only leave the house, but leave the neighborhood and the people in it. I remember the moment I went to college and how hard that was for my mom to see me leave. I could go on. My mom has been dealt a lot of change. I know for a fact that she has prayed about handling change better and being more open to change. I can say that she still doesn’t like it, ha.
The past couple of years Mom has seen the last of her children move out of the house, two of her kids move out of state, and now is coming up on retirement from a profession that she does better than anyone I know. Honestly, this woman deserves one of those teacher of the year awards, or an honorary Oscar for teaching. I know that she is in a season that is different and maybe a little difficult and I want to acknowledge her. (To be clear, my younger sister Robyn still lives nearby Mom, so it’s not like all the kids are gone)
Mom, I love you. You have been such an incredible inspiration. Today, I hope you are appreciated, loved, and seen. You have taught me more than I can put into words and more than I can show. You deserve more than a day, and you deserve more than the words I string together, but it’s what I know how to do. Have a great Sunday Mom. I love you.