A Day In My Mom’s Shoes

My mom is great, no, not that kind of great where every mom is great. I mean she is really great. It’s difficult to begin anywhere when describing someone who you’ve lived with your entire life, but the word that comes to mind is awesome.

What made me think of her was another thought of a close relative who has just began working/ her first full time job in a good 12 years and she feels completely overwhelmed. This close relative has three children, of which two are adult sons (27 and older) and another daughter who is a high school senior. So, the relative’s responsibilities comprise of making food for the family, driving the daughter to and fro school, and working. With a bit of support from her mother and rather fatherly, brother, one can imagine that her daily life is quite manageable, however, she has difficulty adjusting to the current changes, which is understandable.
Today, my mother’s schedule consisted of waking up at 5:00am, going to her full time job at 6:00am, coming back from work, buying groceries, cooking dinner, studying for a course she is taking, picking up my sister from the gym, walking the dog, picking up our relatives’  daughters from their schools to take them for senior photos, dropping them off to their separate homes. I can bet she will come back home and continue to study, make more food, sleep at 10pm, then wake up at 1am to greet and maybe feed my father, who comes in late from work.
One year ago, her schedule was even more densely packed because she was a full time college student, a full time worker, and a full time mother to a teenager who was an involved senior in high school and a stay at home college student. Add to that a husband who wasn’t there most of the time (really, he left for a good few months, because he needed to “figure” things out). With no parents for more than 15 years and living in a foreign country, she defines flying solo.
Yet, I can’t remember a time where I nor my sibling remained hungry for more than an hour or waited for her too long after our classes. We never missed out on great events. She was there when my sister and I organized a neighborhood lemonade sale, when we played pretend we were actresses and created plays with our neighborhood kids (yes, we charged), she was there at every violin tutoring session (even though we could hardly afford them), and as I got older she was there when I organized events with whatever organization I was inspired by at the time. She never missed a dance performance or a teacher night, and all of that repeated with my sister.
She was present, is present.
She stands at 5 feet and 105 lbs, tiny in figure, but giant in perserverance. Recently, she received a vote by her coworkers as the happiest and most uplifting person. She remains calm when I’m having my panics about school, finances, and bothersome people and even more calm when I occasionally fail, even though she wants to see me succeed more than anyone.
I don’t know what I would do without her.