Of my mom’s four daughters, I was the most difficult growing up. At least, that’s how she tells it.

I threw tantrums when I didn’t get my way and picked fights with my sisters—though at that point, there were only three of us, since my youngest sister is more than a decade younger than the next one. I had strong opinions about everything—especially my outfits and my hair. I hated the bangs my mom refused to let me grow out and resented every hand-me-down from my tomboy sister, since I was much girlier than she was.

I remember most of it… though I’m still convinced some of my behavior was justified. (In my defense, my little sister was incredibly annoying.)

I’m kidding. Mostly.

Despite all the drama that came with raising a house full of girls, my mom did a remarkable job. Not a day goes by that I don’t remind her of how well I turned out. I like to think I’ve redeemed my younger self by becoming the most well-rounded—and obviously the best—of her children. Since my sisters probably aren’t reading the BEACON, I feel safe making that claim.

I know raising us wasn’t easy. For a time, she was a single mother raising three girls while working three jobs to make ends meet. As a teenager, I tried to be respectful, though I most certainly fell short. She wasn’t perfect either, but I’ve still always looked up to her. She knows when to offer advice, and just as importantly, when to hold back and let me figure things out for myself. I love her for that.

Do you know who else has a great mom? My husband. 

She didn’t just raise a kind, generous (and yes, very handsome) son, she also helped raise me. 

As a teenager, she drove me to school before I could drive myself. In college, she and my father-in-law opened their home, feeding not just me but whatever friends I happened to bring along. Even now, she supports me in more ways than I probably realize.

And then there’s a third mom in my life—a dear friend that came into my life when I was a teenager. This selfless woman has a way of lifting me up and making me feel precious and important, even when I wasn’t feeling down to begin with. She shows her love in ways that don’t come naturally to most people: offering help during stressful moments, listening to my ramblings over dinner and drinks, celebrating my accomplishments on Facebook, writing
unexpected love notes and texting me videos of puppies.

Between these three women, I’ve experienced more love, patience and encouragement than I probably deserve. They’ve shaped me in ways I’m still discovering.

My husband and I don’t have children, but if we ever do, I hope they grow up surrounded by the same kind of strength, humor and unconditional love these women have given me. More than that, I hope I can be the kind of mother—and woman—they have been in my life.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Consider this your reminder: Mother’s Day is Sunday, May 10. 

However you celebrate, take a moment to thank the women who raised you, supported you or were there when you needed them most.