Google results for the definition of “Mom” are as follows:
- My Organic Market (the local organic grocery near my house)
- Short for Mother, Momma or Mommy
- Abbreviation for Middle of Month
- A woman who has given birth to a child
Though I am not a Mom, I can tell you definition #4 doesn’t do Moms justice. Great (even just so-so) Moms do more than simply give birth. Not only do they raise their children — providing food & shelter, teaching values, doting and/or providing comfort when needed — they continue to be there as the child turns into adult. As an adult, I don’t necessarily have the exact same values, hobbies, beliefs as my parents. I no longer need my Mom (and Dad) to provide me with food and shelter. I will admit I do still like the doting/comfort she provides -sometimes when least expected.
So at 38, I had an epiphany last night of who my Mom has become to me. While I was decorating our holiday tree with Elvis Christmas music playing in the background (thanks to Mom’s influence), I was thinking about how I no longer really consider my Mom just a Mom. Of course, she will always be my Mom. Yet as I have grown she has become more of a friend – a really good friend I can call day or night to talk about anything I need to talk about.
I recall in my younger years having jealous moments of friends and their relationships with their Moms. They seemed so cool. Their Moms seemed like friends vs. authority figures. Heck, I recall about a year ago watching my yogini/blogger friend Peg flying (an acroyoga term) her daughter Meg after an Ashtanga class we had all attended together. Rather than admiring them for the acroyoga, I was thinking “wow, they are so lucky to a) get along so well as Mother and Daughter, and b) be able to do yoga together.”
So as I put ornaments on the tree last night I suddenly realized, I am so lucky to have a Mom who now feels more like a good friend. She didn’t just birth me as Google definitions would state, she has stuck around to cheer me on as I continue through life doing things that may seem a little crazy to her at times. No longer does she tell me “no”. No longer does she question me. She has become a supportive friend who I love dearly. Thanks Mom!