“A mother is a beacon in the night and the calm in the storm” writes Blogger Stacey Carlin. “She knows your greatest secrets and has borne witness to your darkest hours, and still love you all the same.” Stacey’s letter, titled “Why I Still Need My Mom” , addresses her love and appreciation for her mother– how their relationship has grown over the years, and how she still needs Mom, even as an adult.
Although Stacey is in her mid-thirties, married, and mom to three little ones of her own, she still needs her mother. On her blog, Layin’ Down Roots, she writes about “family, life, and hometown pride.” The following blog post is the best of her many entries. Her powerful writing had me in tears. Check out her beautiful words here:
I call my mom at least twice a week to ask the most random questions that I’m convinced only she can answer. Questions like, “How can I tell if this hamburger meat is still good” or “Is it really necessary to hand wash this shirt or is that just a suggestion?” or “So, what does poison ivy look like again?” Remember when you were younger and you misplaced something and your mom always seemed to know where it was? Chances are she still possesses that power. It’s an even greater chance that her unique role as the only person in the house capable of locating missing items has since passed down to you. It is only now, as a mother myself, that I can truly appreciate the level of annoyance that comes with being designated as the “All-Time Finder of All Things.” A few days ago I spent a full hour searching for Uni the Unicorn’s magical berry. This is an hour of my life that I will never get back.
Like most mother-daughter relationships, our partnership has progressed through all of the traditional stages. As a child I was her bike-riding sidekick and Christmas tree decorating assistant. As a bratty pre-teen, she made sure my softball uniform was always clean and I made sure to invite a herd of my cereal-eating friends over without warning to drive up her grocery bill. As a know-it-all teenager, I lamented her rules while benefiting from her unwavering support and constant care. It wasn’t until my college years that I finally realized how much I missed her homemade mashed potatoes and around the clock laundry service. In my 20s she was my biggest cheerleader, my staunchest defender, my shopping partner and my wedding planner. And now, as a mother and wife in my mid-30s, I rely on her guidance and assistance more than ever.