What Mother’s Day Means To Me
This Mother’s Day, we asked some members of the CBS DFW family to reflect on what the day means to them.
Even though I’ve had 13 years of practice being a mom, sometimes I think I’ll never be quite as good at it as my mother is. Don’t get me wrong. She’s not the Donna Reed-wearing-pearls-and-an-apron-all-day kind of mom, but when we were growing up she did make sure our house was always warm and comfy, and was the kind of place where all of us kids wanted to be.
Looking back now, I’m not at all sure how she managed it. She had four children in five years, and somehow she made each of us feel uniquely special and utterly loved. She was a gourmet cook, she sewed our clothes, grew her own vegetables, handled the family’s finances, took us to ballet, and girl scouts, and cub scouts, and soccer, read to us, kept the house spotless, baked cookies for us, and helped us with our homework, too.
Fortunately for my children, my mother also has quite a knack for being a grandmother. She regularly hosts sleepovers for the grandkids where they bake cookies and watch movies all night long. There is very little monitoring of sugar intake, and there’s never any work to be done. I have to imagine it’s like visiting Willy Wonka. And honestly, it’s a toss-up as to who has more fun.
My mom did, and still does, love us more than anything in her life. I know that we didn’t appreciate all of the sacrifices she made for us when we were kids, but I’m learning to now—especially when I measure myself against her. Even with the bar set that high, I try to live by her example, and then I try to forgive myself when I come up short.