My Mother is a Saint

I was often asked in the early months of Pumpkin's life, "So, what surprises you about being a mother?" I was too tired to come up with anything profound but my stock answer was, and is, quite true:

"I had no idea how much I could love her".

Oh, I mean I knew in the way you know an Americano from Starbucks is hot. But it isn't until the lid pops off the cup and your unsuspecting flesh is blistered by its contents that you really know. So, it finally dawns on me that that must be how much my mother loves me, too, and it amazes and saddens me that I acted so unappreciative and selfish as she poured her heart into me daily.

I love you, Mom.

Happy Mother's Day.
               

Comments

[kate]

I honestly think it takes having a child of your own to truly appreciate what your mother has done for you; I know that was the case with me. I had many of those moments in life where I was humbled and awed of how little decency I showed my mother, and on several occasions I was at least wise enough to call her and tell her. She said nothing to me during these calls except "I'm glad"

[Joo]

I've had calls with my mother like that, too. Her quiet, polite responses to my apologies made me realize I was worse than I thought!

You're so right, Kate.