I have a secret to share. You might be surprised to hear it and think, “What kind of young adult feels that way?” Or perhaps you’ll relate and quietly remember feeling the same. So here it is: During my teenage years, I had a complicated relationship with my mom. In truth, I struggled to appreciate her, often questioning her every word and action.
It’s a bit shameful to admit, and I regret that time deeply. Like many adolescents, I took my mother for granted. How could I have understood the extent of her sacrifices? My teenage brain was so preoccupied with its own drama that I failed to recognize all the love and effort she poured into raising me.
That all changed once I became a mother myself. Like many first-time parents, I faced weeks of sleepless nights, a constantly crying baby, and the overwhelming question: “What am I doing?” Thankfully, my mom was there, offering the guidance I desperately needed. I had walked into the hospital feeling like a capable, prepared woman, only to return home feeling lost and exhausted. The one person who could help me navigate this new world was the very person I had distanced myself from just years earlier.
Stepping into motherhood creates a unique bond with your own mom. Suddenly, you’re part of a shared experience that transcends words. You realize that the struggles you now face are those she has already overcome. All those assumptions I had about her not understanding anything evaporated during those frantic midnight feedings. The realization hit me hard: she had been right all along, and I had been so wrapped up in my own teenage angst that I hadn’t seen it.
As I continued my parenting journey, I began to recognize the countless contributions my mother made: the meals, the car rides, the late-night homework help. Those moments were not just chores; they were acts of love that I now mirrored in my own life.
Now, as I navigate the challenges of parenting young adults, I see my mother more clearly than ever. She was not just my parent; she was a survivor. She tackled all the challenges I face now and emerged stronger. Understanding this has reshaped our relationship. Even though we still have our disagreements, I now see her as someone who has successfully completed the challenging race I’m still running.
Her resilience inspires me. On days when I feel overwhelmed and question my ability to raise my children into decent humans, I reach out to her. “You’re going to finish this race,” she assures me. “If I did it, so can you. You are stronger than I ever was.” Her words remind me that I can endure, just as she did.
There’s a lot to learn from those who have persevered—faith, humility, perspective, and that indomitable spirit that keeps you going even when you feel like giving up. My mom embodies all of these traits, and on my toughest days, I’m grateful to have her support. Thank you, Mom, for being my anchor in this turbulent sea of parenting.
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In conclusion, the path of motherhood is challenging but rewarding, and with the support of those who have walked before us, it becomes a journey of resilience and love.