Mama. Mommy. Mom. Mother. Marilyn. My best friend.
These are the stages I’ve been through with my mom. They
seem simple. All terms used to describe a well known relationship. But each one is so complex and so tailored to every stage of life
I’ve been through. Each word I have used to describe or call out to my mother
has been met with a response. One that has taught me so much of what I need to
know in this world. These responses haven’t always been what I wanted or maybe
the most perfect, but they have been what I have needed. People can say as they
grow up that they no longer need people. I find this to be horribly ignorant
and extremely naïve. I’ve found that the more independent I become, the more I
need people. And boy, do I need my mom. Before I go into details about these
wonderful terms of endearment I have used for this woman, let me tell you a
little bit about my mom.
The first time you take a look at Marilyn Gross, you have to
take a second look. There’s so much of her that you want to look at. First of
all, she is a regulation hottie. She looks like she could walk straight out of
a magazine. My mom is so beautiful it makes me sick. She’s perfect. She has
blonde hair (it’s not real but.. shhhhh) the most striking green eyes, and a
dazzling smile that lights up any room she’s in. If you get close enough, you
touch her sun-tanned skin and it’s like silk. Sure, there are a few wrinkles
and a few sunspots, but to be honest, these are the things I find the most
beautiful about my mom. When I look at these sunspots I see years and years of
family vacation time. I see hundreds of thousands of beloved memories and each
dollar that was spent on quality time rather than clothes or jewelry or
gifts. When I look at the eye creases I
see smiles, smiles that met me at the door when I came home from practices,
smiles that I found in huge crowds to give me that boost of confidence.
Sometimes I see a wrinkle on her forehead and I remember that her journey of
motherhood hasn’t always been fun and games. She has cried for her children,
she has bled for her children, she has lost for her children, she has fought
for her children. But most of all I look at her hands and her knees and I see
that she has done the one thing that a mother can do no matter what happens in
life, no matter what bullets come your way. The one thing that, even if she
wasn’t the most beautiful woman I have seen, would make her the greatest
treasure. My mother has prayed for her children. Faithfully. Every day. Let me
tell you that that has not gone unnoticed.
The first word I used for my mother was probably “Mama”. This
word at the time held so much significance. It meant that a small part of my
baby brain recognized this woman to be my comfort, my provider. My mother. My
mom loved me the moment I came out. I look back at pictures and wonder how she
has such a look of love on her face when all I was was a purplish screaming
ball. I don’t know if Ma-ma was my first word but I’m guessing if it wasn’t,
none of the other words mattered. Soon
after, my term of endearment evolved to the beloved “mommy”. This was when my
mom knew for darn certain that I knew who she was. I wasn’t just babbling on
and Ma-ma wasn’t just a couple of syllables. I think this is why that term is
so special to mother’s. It reminds them of the time when their children cried
when they left and couldn’t wait till church was over. What I remember most
about my mom during these times is the phrase, “ you are my sunshine.” My mom
would sing this song to me faithfully. I’d like to think, in my romantic mind,
that my mother gave me my rays. Each time she sang it to me was like her sunny
rays beating down upon me and causing me to shine them out also.
Then came “mom”. I’m sure this was one of the hardest
transitions for her because it meant that her baby was getting older. She was
“too cool” for that m-m-y at the end of the word. She heard me yell this word
when I wasn’t allowed to go places and she heard me whine this word when I
wanted something. But all along, the phrase that SHE always murmured was “you
know where I am if you need me”. In my adolescent stage, I had a period of 2 or
3 years when sleep and I just could not agree. Each night I would be terrified
to go to sleep because I was afraid of NOT sleeping. I think I willed myself to
sleep so hard that it was actually counterproductive. Each night, no matter the
night, no matter the early morning she had ahead she would say to me, “you know
where I am if you need me”. And she was always there. About two hours into my
war with sleep I would be staring wide awake at my ceiling and that phrase
would echo in my head. I would make my way upstairs and tiptoe into her room.
I’d stand over the bed and sometimes I would shake her awake. She would come
downstairs and crawl into bed with me or put a tape on or sing to me until I
fell asleep. But sometimes, I would just stand there over the bed and look at
her beautiful face as she slept. Any nightmare I had would pass, and I would
tiptoe downstairs again and fall asleep.
I think the term Mother was probably the term she hated the
most. I used this term when I was angry and, there were times when I was
definitely angry with her. I didn’t like her rules, she didn’t like the color
of my hair. For a couple of years there, my mom and I were distant. She didn’t
see her little sunshine and I was constantly frustrated with the fact that I
was changing into a woman and didn’t know how to mesh the two together. The "you know where I am if you need me" went from a comforting phrase in the night to a phrase she used for life. I didn't think I needed her, but she knew. I think she told me that every night in the early years so that as I grew up, that phrase would be etched in my head and I would remember that she was there if I ever decided I needed her again.
I think leaving for college gave me a new perspective of my
parents, but especially my mom. She became Marilyn Gross. Not because she
became even more distant or just an acquaintance but because I actually felt
like I met my mom again. She was a real person. Not just someone to cook my
meals, listen to me cry, and take care of the things I needed. I met her as a
friend. I met her as a person that I WANTED to call and tell about my day, or
laugh with about something. I feel like I could tell my mom anything. I can
swear with my mom and she won’t say watch your mouth or slap my hand. I can
talk about unmentionables with her without feeling awkward. I can ask her the
hard questions that I always thought would make her doubt me. This relationship has melted into the one I have now with my
best friend. She’s my mom. I’ve learned that best friends come and go.
Sometimes they’ve betrayed me. Sometimes they have frustrated me. Sometimes they
talk about me. Sometimes they aren’t there for me when I need them most. Sometimes they lead me down paths I shouldn’t
go. Sometimes they forget to text or call or communicate and sometimes I do all of those things. But the one person
who has NEVER in my life failed at being a best friend is my mom. She calls me out when I need it. She supports
me in everything I pursue. She loves me unconditionally.
I don’t know what I would do without my mother. Saying
goodbye to her and my dad (let me tell you, I could write a book about that guy also!), the ones who have faithfully picked me LITERALLY up
off of the ground every time I think I can’t go any farther, will be the
hardest goodbye to say. But the greatest
thing is that I know for certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, my parents will
never walk away. They will never give up on me. They will never be content to
let me go. And, no matter what happens in South Africa, what trouble I get
into, how I change, what I learn, and who I am friends with, they will be
waiting. They will want to know every detail, look at every picture, and know
every person I make contact with. They want to be a part of my life, a life
that I owe completely to them. J
Well then, it looks like my prayers for unexpected blessing for you as you traveled were answered 100 hundred fold!Thank you Sally, for allowing God to use you to speak Truth into my little girl. I am so excited to see what God has planned for you as you embark on your adventure in S. Africa, trusting and believing that He will do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within Kendra. I challenge you to not only taste the waters, but dive deep into them and discover the treasures that God has in store for you!
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