My Mother

By tamara on
photo of me with my mother

I won my first essay contest when I was in the second grade.  The title of the winning essay was “My Mother.”  It was the easiest essay for me to write because I just wrote from the heart and because my mom was so great, it was an easy contest to win.

Everyone thinks that their mom is the best mom in the world, and everyone SHOULD believe it.  All mothers deserve that.  My mom was extra special though.  Not just to me, but to everyone around her. She was the “go to” mom – kind, compassionate and understanding to everyone.  She also gave the best hugs and kisses and as a child she would wrap me in a comforter like a burrito and smother me with love.  That was best.

As I grew older she became my best friend – someone to hang out with and to laugh with; someone to shop with and to tell secrets to; someone to hope with and to dream with; someone to go to and cry.

To say that I miss her would be an understatement.  And what I miss most about my mother is how much she believed in me.  Ever since I was a little girl she thought the world of me and truly believed that there was nothing that I couldn’t do.  She always knew that I would succeed and it is because of her that I have.

But I do often wonder how my life might have been different if she were still around.  I wonder if she would have supported some of the decisions that I made – some that I thought were best for me, but wildly unpopular with those who were around me.  Would she have tried to steer me down a different path and would I have listened?  And when she disapproved, would she still look at me with same adoration that she had in this picture?  I’ll never really know and I suppose it doesn’t really matter.  But maybe it matters to me.

I would love be able to say that I feel her spirit around me, but truth be told, I don’t.  It’s been a really long time since my mother died, so long that I don’t even think about her that much anymore.  Through the years, I tried to fill the void with other mother-like figures that I foolishly thought could replace her or at least some part of her.  I was wrong and so I don’t try and do that anymore.

But what I do try and do is to encourage everyone to treasure their own mothers – to show them love, respect and appreciation.  And at times when the relationship with your mother becomes difficult, think about those of us who no long have moms of our own – and know how much we wish that we did.

Happy Mothers Day.



  1. Your point is so true. It’s so easy to forget that we all have a finite time on this planet and that we should not take the time we have with our loved ones for granted – but instead treasure every moment we have with them.

  2. Hi – my Mother made this mandatory reading for me and Darian…….she loved it. I remember how close you were to your Mom and how painful it was to lose her. You are lucky to have these wonderful memories……

    • Thanks so much Chrissy. It really means a lot to me when friends like you take interest and enjoy my blog. It is my heart and soul. Xo, tamara

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