Week 16: Motherly Love
Capturing the essence of motherly love. Is there a more gargantuan, meaningful, and difficult task? It would take a good part of the day for me to describe just how crazy amazing my mom is and how very lucky I am to have gotten her as my mother. She’s the role model of all role models and at least once a day I find myself asking, “What would mom do?”
To really capture the embodiment of my mom is a challenge, but the one thing that can always bring me home—wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, however I’m feeling—is seeing her handwriting. It’s not perfect, it’s not pretty, but it’s unique to her and so special to me that I’d be able to pick it out of a lineup just as easily as a South Pole mama penguin can magically recognize her egg-protecting baby daddy in a sea of thousands of lookalikes.
This is a photo of lists my mom made throughout the years as she prepared us for camping trips. She gave them to me years ago after we had all moved out without knowing she’d probably need them for when she and my dad took the grandchildren camping. When you look at the lists, you see words. When I look at the lists I see the decades-long road trip that is my life, a treasured and most enjoyable journey that’s always been safe and fun and protected because of my mom.
I don’t think I’m the only one who gets the warm fuzzies from seeing their mom’s handwriting. Whenever a letter comes from my mother-in-law, my husband says with genuine sincerity and adoration, “Everyone look at Grandma’s handwriting. Look at how perfect it is.” And I can tell you that it’s so not perfect at all, but it sure is to him.
Happy Mother’s Day to you all.
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