My Week In Tweets will be postponed until tomorrow in order for a special Mother's Day tribute.
I am not ashamed to say, that at almost 34, I still need my mother. And today, of all days (her day off as Dad put it), Mom was Supermom and came through in the biggest way - making me feel like I should have sent her a bigger bouquet of flowers or possibly even dropped everything and driven straight to the airport, boarded a plane and surprised her at dinner tonight. I mean seriously - that's how awesome my Mom is and how much I love her.
Several years ago, Dove ran a contest looking for "real women" to star in a new campaign about true beauty. I didn't hesitate to nominate my mother. Of course, the piece I originally wrote was way too long for the contest guidelines and so I had to trim it down - substantially. But I remembered the essay today when I was thinking about how incredible my mom is and since there are no length limits on my blog...
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My mother is beautiful – the most beautiful woman I know. It's not her silvery hair – which she has never dyed, not even when she started going gray in her 20s. It's not her well proportioned features – the perfect nose I so gratefully inherited or her soft, heart-shaped lips. It's not her eyes, which shine with a lifetime of love. These things, these features, do make my mother beautiful. But her true beauty lies in her voice.
It took my mother a long time to figure out who she was. For many years – she played various roles: dutiful daughter, loving wife, caring mother. But these roles were about the people around her – her father, her husband, her children. Her identity was lost under a complex web of what other people expected, what other people scripted for her. There was no sense of self.
I don't know the exact moment my mother found her voice. When she discovered that her role in her own life was to star, not to support. When she learned that standing up for herself didn't mean having to stand alone. When she realized that she could be bold, empowered, and forthright without sacrificing compassion or tenderness. I don't know when my mother found her voice, but she found it later in life. When the fancy of youth had passed and the sunset of “somewhere beyond middle-aged” loomed large.
My mother has taught me what it means to be a strong woman. An independent woman. A proud woman.
A woman is beautiful because she knows who she is. My mother is the most beautiful woman I know.
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Happy Mother's Day to all of you amazing moms out there. May you continue to teach, inspire, heal, nurture, protect, and love your children.
And to my Mom - You make it all possible, and I would be utterly lost without you.
And if you don't need a tissue by now...aww, you know the rest...
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