17/12/2025
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My 83-year-old mother wrapped a large portion of my gifts yesterday, bought me Rain-X to keep my shower door clean, and then folded my daughter's laundry. Somewhere in between, I think she unloaded the dishwasher and sent my other daughter a text wishing her good luck on a final exam.
She's visiting for the holidays, and asked for a few chores to do to keep herself occupied while I finished some work and my daughters ran errands.
I don't want my mom to do anything when she comes to my home; I simply want her to enjoy herself. She's done her time. She's served her family well.
But she keeps asking to help; she keeps buying things for me she thinks will make my life easier or that her granddaughters will like; she keeps telling us stories or asking about our days with interest.
She loves us so hard, so much, so well.
I know there is no greater gift than that. It is not lost on me. I am grateful for every day.
And I know I am the person I am today because of her.
I saw a quote yesterday where someone described another person by saying, "I love being around them because they're what an adult looks like when their parents loved them so well."
What a beautiful sentiment about parenting.
After a tremendously hard and chaotic upbringing, I believe my mother's only goal was to give us a life she never had, to live with some peace, to love us well. It wasn't always perfect, but at 83 years young, she still tries every day to give her kids what she never had.
And loving well is my end-goal, too. So I lean into everything my mom is and take the very best of her into my parenting, leaving just a few things out and then inadvertently adding my own issues to the mix. I'm not perfect, but I try hard every day to give my kids what I think they need, loving them with everything I am every chance I can get.
And this is how we change the world--or at least bring a little more love into it.
Love hard, friends.
It's the only thing that matters.