To my mother (the best one)
Ever since I was little I’ve know that my mother is the best one in the world. Obviously.
She makes awesome food, she is kind and she used to let me stay out and play for a little longer than other kids.
But it would take me years to realize what a woman she is.
(Although having touched the subject of her female power before)
It’s been almost six months since I called her from Northern Norway to tell her I was coming home the next day.
My mom didn’t question my reason, she didn’t ask for my plan of action and she certainly didn’t remind me that people my age have their own families by now.
She just told me I was welcome and asked if there was anything in particular I wanted to eat when I arrived.
We spent the following weeks having late summer lunches on the balcony, chatting over white wine. Then we took a trip together to Italy and when autumn came we moved inside to our cozy candle lit kitchen and changed to red wine as we continued our conversations.
I know my mom better now but some parts of her remain a mystery; the feelings she have gone through, the choices she have made.
Knowing my dad to the equal amount I know they did the right thing to divorce twentyfive years ago, but I have no doubt it was a tough decision at the time.
But mom kept it together and pulled me and my brother to kindergarten every day in a little wagon. She always made sure we sat down for dinner together in the evening and that we hugged each other goodnight.
Still today we always give hugs goodnight.
What I have realized recently is WHY my mother is the best:
- She is the most generous person I know, be it love or good advice.
- She is humble and honest and kind, social but with a lot of integrity.
- She always expresses gratitude and supports other people’s success.
- She is the best cook I know – cooking is her absolute passion.
- She reminds me that life is about the everyday moments…
That even when your mind is moving in thousand different directions, all that really matters is what you have right infront of you.
I think if we choose to see what is good in people, we can start to sow seeds of those traces in ourselves.
And I’d be proud to be such a woman one day!