We celebrate Mother’s Day. We recognize our moms, and maybe even our Mothers-in-law. Maybe our children make a big deal about us. Its wonderful. But what about the other women? The ones who are like mothers to us, the ones who helped raise us, and the ones who have supported us along our journey? They say it takes a village. And Whoever “they” are, they are right. This is a tribute to the other mothers.
My blog is titled “Me and My Mom Friends” because I truly believe that it takes a village to raise a child. Whether that help is physical, mental, or emotional, it is necessary. I wouldn’t be half the mom I am without those other mothers in my life who help and support me.
My “Other Mother”
Today, I attended a funeral. I’ve known the woman who passed for 26 of my 33 years on this planet. She was the mother of my childhood best friend. Growing up, my best friend and I lived at each other’s homes. My parents were hers, and vice versa. We even got in trouble and grounded by each other’s parents. We shared a middle name, and as children, I remember a time when we’d here, “Nicole!” shouted and we wouldn’t know which of us was in trouble.
I never realized until today what this woman meant to me. Too little, and too late to tell her. So goes life.
I got to thinking about this. How many of us actually take the time to thank the women who help raise us? The women who aren’t biological mothers to us, but mothers none the less. Maybe its an Aunt who has always had our back. Sometimes, it’s the mother of a friend. You may even have a friend of the family who fits this role. I have come to learn that family isn’t always about those you share blood with. Family is about those who you share love with.
Today, I sat there during the service next to another family friend. Another woman who was a daughter to the deceased, not by blood ties, but by that love. We wept together. We were distraught as if we were losing our own family. That was the moment I realized what I had really had, and what was now lost.
This woman we lost was someone whose door was always open to us, no matter how much time had passed. A woman who would always give us a smile and a kind word. Even when years had passed, we could walk right into her kitchen without knocking, and be greeted as family. We were truly lucky to have a woman like this in our lives.
So many of us have these women in our lives. Those that are always in the background. The other mothers that will support us at the drop of a hat. Those that will always welcome us into their home. But do we ever tell them how much they are appreciated?
This is a tribute to those women. The ones who don’t get their own day. The ones who are the other mothers. They take us in as if we are their children. These women love us as their own. They deserve all the appreciation in the world.
Other Mothers Day
I am endlessly thankful for my own mother and all she has done for me. I make sure to show her my appreciation any time I can.
However, today I will start a new tradition. An Other Mothers Day, if you will. I will work to recognize these other mothers who have helped raise me, support me, and shape me. I will thank them and appreciate them. They deserve to know the wonderful effect they’ve had on me. I only wish I’d realized this sooner.
This is For You
For the grandmother’s who watched us…
The aunt’s who guided us…
For the family friends who gave us advice…
All the women who helped shape us….
Hug your moms tonight. Or if they live far away, give them a call. Tell them you love and appreciate them. Then call the other mothers in your life and do the same. It takes a village, and these women deserve to know what a wonderful part of our lives they have been.
I apologize to my readers, as this post is very personal, and not in my typical niche. However, if I save one woman the heartache I feel tonight for not recognizing this and telling my other mother how much I appreciated her, I will consider it a success.
***This post is dedicated to Diane, my other mother, thank you for taking me in as one of your own and putting up with me for as long as you did. Cheers to you!