There are people whose influence is so woven
into who we are that it is nearly impossible to separate ourselves from the
love they give us. For me, that person and influence is my mother.
This Mother’s Day, I find myself reflecting not only on the
woman my mother is today at eighty-two years old, but on the countless versions
of her that existed before I was wise enough to notice them. The young woman
with dreams of her own. The tired mom who kept going. The encourager. The
protector. The teacher. The steady voice in difficult situations. The quiet
strength standing behind numerous moments that shaped my life.
As children, we often see our moms as magical beings—always
present, always capable, always certain of what to do. It takes growth and
experience to realize how much courage motherhood actually requires. How many
sacrifices are made in silence. How many worries are carried privately. How
many prayers are whispered for children who never hear those supplications.
The older I become, the more respect I have for motherhood.
A mother’s love is not measured only in grand gestures. It is found in the ordinary things repeated faithfully over weeks and years and decades. It is in sleepless nights, comforting words, patient listening, meals prepared, activities attended, tears wiped away, celebrations shared, and unwavering support offered even when life is difficult.
My mother has given those gifts generously.
I have been blessed by her kindness, her strength, her
resilience, and her love. Even now, after nearly a lifetime, she possesses a
beautiful spirit that leaves an impression on everyone fortunate enough to know
her. There is wisdom that only comes from living a life filled with both joys
and hardships, and I value the perspective she possesses.
One of life’s greatest gifts is having someone believe in you long before you fully believe in yourself. My mother did that for me.
As an author, I spend my days trying to find the right words. Yet somehow, words feel inadequate to describe the gratitude I feel for the woman who helped shape my heart, my character, and my life.
So in honor of my mom this Mother's Day, I simply want to say this:
Thank you.
Thank you for the love.
Thank you for the sacrifices I now understand more deeply.
Thank you for the encouragement, the lessons, the patience, and the memories.
Thank you for being someone worthy of admiration not only as a mother, but as a
person.
I love you more than words can express.
And to mothers everywhere—thank you. The world is built upon
your quiet devotion more than people realize.
Happy Mother’s Day.
—Richelle E. Goodrich
