Mom & Me

Sometimes I feel like my mother and I are extremely similar, sometimes I feel like we could not be more different.
I know Mom does not always ‘get’ me. She would never outright admit this, but I know part of her is not thrilled with my life choices. Mainly it may not make sense to her why I take work so seriously and why I am not married with three children by now.

When I was little my house was a little different than it is today (ok a lot different). My Dad was clearly in charge and ran a pretty tight ship. I distinctly remember the first time I ever saw my Mom stand up for herself. I was at least 12 or 13. I have no idea what their argument was about, but I remember that Mom defended her position instead of just agreeing with Dad. Later that night I saw her teary-eyed in the laundry room, I think because she was probably more shocked at herself than anything. But that day was monumental for me. It clarified what I had long suspected – the girls (women) were allowed to be strong, they were allowed to speak their own mind and they were allowed to lead the way. The truth about my independence, which is not always Mom’s favorite characteristic of mine, is partially because of her. I am so thankful that Mom finally found her own voice, for her sake and mine.

The truth about me is I love work and the challenges it brings and the way it makes me grow and stretch myself. I hope some day that I can have a family of my own that does the same things.