I hope I’m like my precious mother when I’m in my 90s.
My vivacious mother, who’s 92, runs around all day, then spends a few hours doing housework, while regularly checking in to see how she can make my day easier.
She still makes my wishes her No. 1 priority. It’s nice still being spoiled after all these decades.
But rest assured, my mom also keeps me in check, in case I do something that runs against the way she taught me.
For example, that means I can’t grab fast food if I’m running late to an appointment. As she always tells me, I need to eat something nutritious and with plenty of protein.
Or if I get mad when someone doesn’t agree with my opinion, my mother reminds me to respect their opinion and that they might have hardships we don’t know about.
Only my mother can put me in my place.
With that said, my mother remains my staunchest advocate. If anyone else says anything that isn’t complimentary, she’ll defend me like a proud lioness defending her newborn cub.
Before thinking of her needs, my mother tries to make every day better for my brother, my children, my husband and me.
Even though I’m an adult and I should be making her wishes my No. 1 priority.
But when I try to fuss, my mother becomes touchy because she has turned fiercely independent upon moving to Lincoln a few years ago. As I hear repeatedly, she doesn’t need my help.
Although three years ago alone for the first time in 89 years, my mom found that we can adapt to stressful, hard life changes (i.e. being a widow) at any time of our lives. And in doing so, my mom has learned to appreciate each new day for being full of unlimited opportunities.
Although I’ve lived here triple the time she has been in Lincoln, my mom has more Lincoln friends and a busier social life. It’s not just that my mother is nicer and kinder than me; it’s that she thoroughly embraces life and that’s irresistible to anyone who meets her.
My friends, who wish their mothers were still here, have snapped my mom up and include her in our get-togethers. At first, my mom felt that might be stifling to me. But that isn’t the case. I want to share my mom because my friends also consider her a role model.
Her stories and comments at our get-togethers are classic. I cherish the times my mom participates in our lunch dates or our nighttime parties and when she has a conflict, such as a bridge game, I miss her presence. Besides a mother-daughter relationship, we now have a real friend relationship.
Through the way my friends love my mother, I see how she regularly inspires others. I’m grateful every day that my mother is here in Lincoln with me.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mother and to all Lincoln mothers. Here’s wishing you a wonderful day with your loved ones.