I think there is an unofficial holiday for every role of humanity: secretary’s day, boss’ day, back-up shortstop on the high school baseball team day. It’s unreal. It can be fun, but all of these celebrations dilute the one role and unofficial holiday that we should all celebrate: Mother’s Day.
All of us have a special affection for our mothers, and this Sunday we get the chance to express our fondness. I know, it should be a 365-day behavior, but the second Sunday of May gives us one day to show thanks to our moms in union.
This weekend, we’ll all read on Facebook how smart, beautiful, educated, and supportive our friends’ mothers are. We’ll read how they had everything they needed as kids and adults. We’ll read about the inspirations they were and the guidance they provided. Well, there is one thing my mom was that stands out above all else. One thing that made me who I am. And one thing that challenges me every week as a parent.
My mom was … there. She was always there. Football games, baseball games, dinner time, and all the moments in between. If there were cell phones when I was a kid, I bet I never would’ve gotten her voicemail. I had simultaneously a coach and a support structure, simply because I knew my mom was always going to be there – always.
I arrived home from a trip on Wednesday close to 1:00 in the morning. My wife asked me why I didn’t stay the night and fly home in the morning. For the record, I traveled over 120 nights a year for several years before we had our daughter, so my wife is an expert regarding my travel habits. My answer: “I want to be here whenever I can.” Which is why I now travel only about 50 nights a year and I get home at the soonest possible moment.
We’ve got everything to provide our daughter a childhood that will build a happy, strong, and productive young lady. We’re in our 40s and stable, we’re educated, we’re in a good spot financially, and we’re surrounded by family and friends that are creating a very cool village. However, if I’m not “there” for her, who cares about any of this. Without the understanding of the greatness of my mom, I wouldn’t think about it. I’d still be gone 120+ nights a year. I’d miss my daughter, but I’d assume that was the sacrifice I had to make and that I’d make it up with “quality time”. Now I realize now that it’s about her, and her knowing that I’ll be there for her – and not just on facetime.
Happy Mother’s Day everyone. Be sure to give this unofficial holiday more attention than local news anchor day – your mom deserves it. I know mine does.
