Bonding With My Mother: A Daughter’s Tribute For Mothers Day

I am definitely my Mothers Daughter. I have picked up many of her traits and I am happy to say that they are traits to be proud of. My Mother is and will always be an inspiration to me. As another Mothers Day approaches I find myself reflecting on years past. As a small child I must have formed the normal bonds that are created between Mother and Daughter. However, as a teenager I seemed bent on breaking those bonds forever. Through it all my Mother displayed irrefutable patience and compassion. How she managed to do so will always be a mystery to me.

As a small child I wanted to be like my Mother. I wanted to dress like her, wear my hair like her and wear the same makeup. Although my Mother is a beautiful woman it has always been her beaming personality that has won over friends and family a like. Her ability to bring a smile to your face even at the darkest hour was amazing. Her compassion for everyone has made her a legend in her circle of life. Mothers Day was always special times for us. As a child my gift to her was a heart colored on a folded piece of paper. Homemade gifts from the heart that always seem to win her over. Those were happy days and then I grew up or at least I thought I had.

As a teenager my attitude changed towards my Mother. It was not intentional but all of the sudden I wanted to be me. I wanted to wear my own clothing and set myself apart from her. I wanted my independence, my freedom to explore life and what it held for me. I found it harder to make time to share with my Mother. Even Mothers Day seemed to cut into my personal life. My Mother never gave up on trying to communicate with me. She continued to make every effort to reach me, to attempt to understand what I was feeling. On way too many occasions I pushed her away. I ended up running off and marrying a man that did not meet my family’s approval. The bond seemed strained to the point of no repair. I was wrong.

I went through those years thinking my Mother was against me. She was not. My Mother continued to reach out to me. We came together again on a beautiful Mothers Day. I was pregnant with my first child who would be my first Daughter. It suddenly occurred to me how unreasonable I had been through those dark years. I apologized deeply and sincerely to my Mother on that Mothers Day many years ago. Her love and compassion for me never faltered. All of the sudden I wanted to be like my Mother all over again. Over the years our bond has strengthened and the moments that we share are no longer taken for granted. Mothers Day has become a holiday that we set a side for each other. It is our day and we always make the best of it. The bond between this Mother and Daughter is unbreakable and will continue to shine on Mothers Day.