A commonly-used nickname for Cape Town, which is the oldest town in South Africa, is the “Mother City.” I’d like to take a moment out of my time in the Mother City to wish MY mother, a Happy Mother’s Day. 🙂
This is my mom. Isn’t she beautiful?
For those of you that know her (which I am guessing is most people reading this blog), you are aware that she is just as beautiful on the inside. I mean, how could she not be? She came from my grandma who was an AMAZING human being.
Liz might be pint-sized……..
………but she has a heart as big as the world and is maybe the most giving person I’ve ever known. Ever since I’ve been little, I’ve marveled at my mom’s selflessness, which genuinely seems to make her the happiest. I remember, when I was very young,we had pierogis for dinner, and every time– my mom would cut the yummy crispy edges off of hers and give them to me, because that was the only part I liked. It made me feel so loved. It’s the little things, ya know? I could give you a million examples of things she does, but that one stands out for some weird reason.
What I love about Liz, is that she is so open to the world. She is loving and accepting and really just wants others to be happy. And, Liz is down to say “yes!” to whatever Shane and I suggest. Some of our most fun times in San Diego is when she comes to visit!
“Mom, want to play bocce ball?”
“Mom, do you want to try paddle boarding?”
“Mom, do you want to go volunteer at a senior home in Costa Rica?”
Sounds great! I’ll set it up.
“Mom, let’s go to the casino, have beer and chicken wings and take a selfie!”
“Mom, you wanna put your hair in pigtails, go to Mexico, and have some beers?”
“Now how about some churros at the border?” YES!
“Mom, want to dress up in 80’s workout gear and make a joke video for Julie?” She was all over that!
Liz is down to have fun.
Every time she comes to visit me, she leaves my house more clean and beautiful and alive than it was before. I go to work- and she gets to work! Cleaning my oven, my windows, dusting, painting, and planting new things. She’s quite handy, that Liz.
The mere mention of something I would like her to do, and she is 10 steps ahead of me. I thought I would like her to make a tshirt blanket out of my running race shirts…..just like she made for my dad. Within 24 hours….it was done.
My mother is a lover of all things heart shaped, which she has since passed on to me. Each time I find something heart shaped along our path….I love to think of her.
She has two daughters that she would do anything for…
…but is just as much a mother to her son-in-laws too….
Sometimes we make fun of my mom for taking soooooooooo many pictures- and we call her “the paparazzi”, but in the end, we are happy to have those memories captured.
Mom- no matter what we do, what time of the year, and where we are…..it’s nice just to be with you.
Mom- you know you are my everything. Happy Mother’s Day to you.
Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine alone, but a living continuation of my mother and of all my ancestors. These feet that I saw as “my” feet were actually “our” feet. Together, my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil. – Thich Nhat Hanh
Now, if you are reading this; In the comments section, please write a memory you have of Liz, why you love her, or even something about your own mother! Happy Mother’s Day to mothers everywhere 🙂