by: Susana Aires | 4/24/2012
to all the Mothers out there…
She was born in 1952 and was named Augusta, after her godmother. Kind of a grown up name for such a tiny little thing, but naming the children after the more elder was tradition in the family. She was a bit of an unexpected miracle too. Her mother was a large lady, already in her forties, who was told by the doctor her symptoms resulted from kidney disease and so she never imagined she could in fact be expecting.
Anyway, Augusta did get born and was welcomed to the loving family of four – mom, dad, a brother and a sister. They lived in a farm outside of a big town, and she was lucky enough to have a lovely childhood, surrounded by green pastures and farm animals. She still grew up shy and kind of quiet, keeping her thoughts and dreams to herself, though. When she was about 16, she met the first and last love of her life at a local dance. They got married in a small little church, chosen by the happy groom and soon the couple would start a life together.
Augusta wanted to have children right away, because she felt that was one of her purposes in life. She didn’t have many dreams a part from starting a family and being happy taking care of it, so she anxiously waited for the stork’s visit. The first time she was pregnant, she had a miscarriage. They were very sad, but they never gave up. One year later, she had life growing inside her again, and to make sure she would carry the pregnancy to term, she stayed in bed for the last 3 months, hoping and praying.
Nine months later, I was born. Healthy, alive. Yes, this little story is about my mom. About how much she wanted to bring me to this world, about how she cared for me from a little kid to a closed up, problematic teen. About how she loved me and carried me through bad relationships and terrifying depression episodes. She is a tiny little woman and you probably wouldn’t believe she had that kind of a strength, but I don’t think I would still be here if it wasn’t for her. I admire and adore her deeply.
Why am I telling you this story? Well, thinking about mother’s day, I thought I’d share my personal connection to my mother and the eternal gratitude I have towards her. In our day and age, many people have given up on Mother’s day. I can’t say I blame them, because it has become, at least for the majority, more of a commercial event, where you have the moral obligation of buying something for your mom, just because society tells you too.
You may choose to buy mom a present, of course. A lovely bouquet of pink carnations (which symbolize love for a mother) or roses is always a great gift and a wonderful surprise. What I mean is this is the time for meaningful gestures, expressing love and sharing laughter, regardless of what you choose to offer mom. The thing is: it’s not about money or material things. It’s not about tradition or social rules. It is really about celebrating motherhood, love and family. It’s about cherishing women that choose to bring life into the world.
Remember the special moments, recover the good memories, reach out and say I love you and I appreciate you, however you think it’s best. Life is too short for not saying how you feel to those who deserve to hear it.
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