People always seem to ask this question: what’s your favorite memory? Whether it be with a friend, family member, or loved one, it’s a question for most of us, we’re able to answer right away. For me, it’s always been the same one because no matter how simple it is, it was during those times when I needed it the most and I didn’t even know it.
When I was growing up and when my mom and I used to live together, we used to go on long car rides. It never mattered the time, day, season, or weather. We would get in her silver Honda, have a lunchbox filled with drinks and snacks, a pile of Cd’s balancing in my arms, and we’d head out. We always said it only took an hour to get through our town because of how small it was. But we’d always end up at the beach, and whether we were just getting there during sunset, it was nice enough to park the car and walk along the sand, or it was so dark and foggy we’d have to put on the high beams to watch the waves. We’d stay out there for as long as I needed.
My mom always knew when I needed a long car ride. Whether I was stressed out about a test, didn’t have any friends to hangout with on the weekends, upset because a boy didn’t text me back, or so down that I didn’t realize how badly I needed to escape my room before it consumed me. She would always be right there, and for that hour of blasting music, sharing food, and watching the waves crash along the shore, a part of me knew that whatever I was going through at that time was never worth getting upset or sad over.
Those memories hold a special place in my heart because it was during those times that I needed someone the most. I needed a shoulder to cry on, a person to give me advice, someone to laugh with me, to listen to Taylor Swift Cd’s with. I needed that person and that person is and always has been my mom.
My mom has seen me at my highest and lowest, through the good and bad. The tantrums, and awkward phases, hangovers, and so much more I can only imagine. She’s the kind of person who does things for others. Who thinks about everyone before herself. She always made sure I never went without anything, even if it meant having to give up something for herself. She gave up her weekends, her nights, to provide and make sure there was food on the table and a roof over our heads.
She is the most hardworking, inspiring person I’ve ever known and it doesn’t cross my mind how incredibly lucky I am to have her in my life. She spent her whole life making sure I was happy, to make sure that I had a great life, that anything I wanted was possible. She never doubted me when I wanted to do something or join something. She never told me not to follow that career path, to not follow that hobby, to not follow that sport, to not follow my dreams. She never diminished my ridiculous dreams and it’s because of her that I feel like they’re possible, they’re attainable, if I reach out I can grab them.
My mom is someone who always went above and beyond with things. I can never name a time when she wasn’t there. She was always helping out in my kindergarten classes, on field trips. She would be at every school function, front row at every dance recital for sixteen years, waiting at the end to give me flowers and take me to Friendly’s for ice cream. Every soccer game, volleyball game, traveling to tournaments on the weekends. She was in my prom pictures and every graduation picture. When I look at those I know that she was always there and it feels so nice to know that I was lucky enough to have one parent who was there for me and I always felt like that was enough.
My mom taught me how to be strong, how to get things done, how to never take no for answer, how to be assertive and ask for what I want because if I don’t then the answers always going to be no. She taught me how to get out of my comfort zone and to just not give a damn about what other people thought about me. She taught me how to be happy, and that happiness can be so simple like a car ride.
And as grateful as I am to see that she made me so happy in life, I want her to feel the same way and I”m so glad that she’s found that in somebody. I’ve never seen my mom as happy as she is with someone as much as she is with him and it’s the kind of love you hope to write about and read. It’s the kind of love you see in the movies theaters. It’s only something that happens to a person every once in a while, a kind of love that when you feel it it’s real and you know right away that this person isn’t going to go anywhere.
It’s the kind of love we all search for, it’s the one we all hope for, and I’m really glad that even though it took some time, my mom found it, and she’s shown me yet again that you should never give up on something as wonderful, confusing, powerful, upsetting, and beautiful as love. Because you know, sometimes you don’t get it right the first time, they call it first is the worst for a reason. And I understand why second is the best, because sometimes it takes two or three or fifty or a hundred or so many tries, but eventually you’re going to get it right.
And you’re gonna know when it’s right because when you look at that person, you see forever in their eyes and you don’t see maybe, you see definitely.
So, mom, you’ve always been on the sidelines for me, for every achievement, accomplishment, activity, every single moment of my life. Now it’s time I get to do it for you and I’m so excited and can’t wait to see where this journey takes you. I can’t wait to be a part of it like you have my whole life.
And I’m so happy that you found your forever, you give me hope that it can happen to me.
I love you to the moon and back, congratulations.
Most likely writing in my journals or notes in my phone, burying my face in a book, at a concert, laughing or eating fries. Recent college graduate with a ridiculous dream of wanting to write for a living.