Mothers are pretty amazing aren’t they. I have enjoyed reading about everyones relationships with their mothers. Even as a child I appreciate and admired my mother to an extent. It wasn’t until I was a wife and then a mother that I really was able to understand and appreciate my mother and all she did for us. This made me think of a silly memory from my childhood. I had cleaned the kitchen counter without being asked and when my mother came home she didn’t say anything about it. I was upset and asked her if she had noticed what a great job I did. She said, “I do that everyday”, this made me mad at the time.
Years and years later my husband had cleaned something in the house to be helpful and I didn’t react very enthusiastically, he didn’t understand why I wasn’t more impressed. It was like a flash that memory came rushing back from my childhood with my mother. In that instant I totally understood her lack of enthusiasm for the one thing I cleaned when she does it all, all the time. I had to go tell her all about it. We had a great conversation and a good laugh. Oh and I did thank my husband, he really was trying to do a good thing.