Gratitude For My Mom
It’s mothers day and I’m grateful. I’m grateful for my wonderful mother, who continues to be my best friend, confidant, and so much a part of me that I pick up the phone whenever I’m not sure if I’m doing the right thing.
My mother is my greatest teacher. Her example and her unhesitating and generous love (which are pretty much the same thing, really) is the bedrock of the choices that I make in my life. Whenever I am out of line somewhere in my life– in my thoughts, words, or actions– I ask myself what she would do.
Her quiet example teaches me to be better every day.
Her quest for freedom, to live the good life (in a Socratic, not a Kanye sense), gives me the freedom to find my version of that good life, even if it seems to change with the seasons.
I am able to recognize other teachers and learn from them because she taught me what to look for– honesty, openness, a sense of humour.
I am grateful for every breath because she gave it to me and because she taught me that every breath and every moment is sacred.
Because of her I know that the true nature of the world is love, even though sometimes it doesn’t seem that way.
”We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.”
~Herman Melville
My mother lives this every day. This is how she is my mom. I know this is true because she showed me so.
