The Power of a Loving Mother

20 Dec

Love Fest

I was pushing Seabass in his stroller on one of those crisp, sunny December mornings that Central California does so well when I suddenly felt a little hand on mine.  It was Seabass, reaching as far out of his seat as possible just to touch me.  I had been in a reverie, tripping on neon red maple tree leaves and the warmth of our neighbors’ smiles.  But the little pink hand got my attention.

I reached over and gave him my own hand, which he grasped and pulled to his face in a most gentle, loving motion.  He just wanted to enjoy my presence, and I would have walked halfway to China stooped over with my hand on his face if he’d asked.

The truth is, he did ask.  I nearly broke my back walking home with him clinging to me like that, and I’d do it again and again.

As I caressed his pudgy little angel face, the thought came to me that I love Seabass so much that I believe in him.  This seemed a little odd because my little guppie is only 19 months old – how much is there really to believe in at that age?  Do I believe in his ability to eat with a spoon like a big boy?  His ability to resist touching the space heater?  His eventual ability to potty in the toilet?  You get my point: It’s not like we’re talking graduation from Harvard or running a marathon here.

But it got me thinking about my own small achievements and the role my mom played in them. Just musing on this, I felt an intoxicating gratitude for her sacrifices to be available to me throughout childhood and beyond.  What might have happened to me without my mother’s love and belief in me?  I shudder to think.

Everyone in this world needs a cheerleader – someone to shout encouragement from the sidewalk and pass little cups of Gatorade as we trudge along in the race of life.  I’m humbled to be cheered on by my own mom and even more so to cheer my precious little one on, too.  Thank you, Mom, and thank you, Seabass.

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8 Responses to “The Power of a Loving Mother”

  1. Kacey December 20, 2011 at 1:55 pm #

    What a sweet post, Jaime. Thank you for sharing that special moment.

  2. Marta December 20, 2011 at 2:44 pm #

    Honestly, I think its our parents and the people around us who believe in us that motivate us to do great things more than just an internal desire. =) Seabass is a lucky boy!

  3. Linda December 20, 2011 at 2:57 pm #

    Thank you Jaime!

  4. Angela December 21, 2011 at 4:03 am #

    Jamie what a great message especially this time of year! Brings tears to my eyes to think about how much I love and believe in my kids and how much love and support I have from my family.

    Thank you for bringng the focus back to life’s simple pleasures….

    Happy Holidays!

  5. Oma December 21, 2011 at 5:57 am #

    My dear, sweet girl,
    It was the easiest thing in the world to cheer on you and your brother. I adore being your mom and feel blessed and humbled by your beautiful words here. Merry Christmas to me…
    Yer Ma

    • Anonymous December 21, 2011 at 7:30 am #

      Love you mama.

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  6. Barb December 21, 2011 at 11:52 pm #

    This is beautiful. It filled me with gratitude–for being a mother and having a mother who believed in me. I graduated from college in 1973 (first person in both my mom’s and dad’s family to do so), and that was the heyday of Phil Donahue (who is now famous for being married to Marlo Thomas) and the very beginnings of tv talk shows. My mom actually wrote a letter to Phil Donahue telling him why he should offer me a job working on his show. He actually answered her letter by answering me, He told me how fortunate I was to have such a “wonderful cheerleader” as my mother. Needless to say, he did not offer me a job–but he did open my eyes to what a crazily wonderful cheerleader my mom was for me. So–Rah! Rah! I am cheering my own children many, many years later. Thanks Jamie, for bringing that particular memory of my mom back to me. What a gift!

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