To Make My Life Easier
"God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers."
I smell the bacon cooking as I ease into consciousness. My eyelids slowly flicker open and I become aware of the grey twilight that surrounds me. It's early. And winter. The sun most likely hasn't even spread its faded winter light across the tops of the trees, and yet my mom is downstairs making breakfast already. I realize now as a snuggle down, cocooned in my blankets, how lucky I really am. It's not just the breakfast making that makes me think this, it's the realization of how tirelessly my mom works to make my life move smoothly.
Making me breakfast is not the only thing my mom does to help me, no not even close the only thing. Almost everyday my mom spends more than two hours in the car. The reasons for this vary. Some days it's because of carpool, others it's grocery shopping. The reasons change and waver but her commitment never does. To say that the way my mom lives her life is almost unfair. In my opinion it sometimes seems like it isn't her life anymore because it is so filled with the inner dealing of making our lives better. The most amazing thing of all is that she never complains.
My mom seems to possess a superhuman power to be able to make plans and figure out logistics. For example last weekend my mom was out of town visiting her sisters. The fact that she was away meant that we were left with my dad. My dad is in no way a dumb man, in fact he's very smart, and yet the final plan of the day took him 5 hours to make, while it might have taken my mom five minutes at most. The day wasn't a particularly complicated one. My dad had to be at a meeting, I had a swim meet, and Peter had tutoring. There were other things that worked their way into the day, but those type of things are expected. My dad spent tons of time trying to figure out when someone would need to leave, if that appointment needed to be moved up, what we were going to eat. His mind was going in circles. I could imagine my mom doing it all in her head and then saying, "Nice simple day."
My mom along with being a provider for physical things like food, plans, and transportation,mis also a rock for me emotionally. She understand how I'm feeling even if I can't really understand myself. This might be the part I appreciate the most, but there are so many to pick from.
It seems unfair to have someone in my life that puts so much into me and so little into themselves, and I could not be more lucky to have that person.