Ode to mum

Mother's day is celebrated on the second Sunday of February here in Norway. That's tomorrow, in other words. A biological mother isn't necessarily the same as being a mother. I still can only imagine how difficult it must be to be a parent, a job that doesn't end when the son or daughter moves out, yet it's the job that they wouldn't want to be without. A family needs two good leaders who know how to cooperate and find a way through difficult times. I've had a lot of help from my parents, both my mum and dad, during my tough years. 

I can honestly say that my mum has always been there for me. My memories from before my school years are a bit vague, though. How many hours she spent helping me with homework is impossible to tell, they were many. It was mostly maths, as far as I remember. I could get frustrated very easily if I didn't know what to do, and she had to show me five or seven times before I understood it. Sometimes neither of us had the answer. Looking back it was pleasant time; no matter how bored homework made me, I knew mum was always near.

She didn't have to help me forever, though. My years as a teen desperately needed help of a more supporting matter. I happened to be either sad, angry or frustrated for some reason I couldn't understand. That didn't matter to her, though. I know how difficult it is to trying to help when you don't know what's wrong. She stayed put, earning her title as a mother. 

I remember my the time when I had my graduating exams from college. Already then my performance anxiety was noticeable and I just couldn't sit inside thinking about the exams. Now, I do not know who of us came up wit the idea but we went hiking in the woods during the afternoons, even if I had an exam the next day. Walking outside in the afternoon sun and listening to the nature was just the right thing for me. You might say that those trips and those following during the summer vacation became a form of a ritual of passage, as I moved in the fall to attend University. We still go hiking when I'm back home.

The distance between us is quite big and I bet it must sometimes be hard when I'm having a bad time. I'm only a phone call away but she'd rather be here. That's how mothers are. But I manage, thanks to her. She's the person who don't mind helping me move house, clean, put together furniture from IKEA. What she does is always out of love, no matter how i might come out. Mum only does what she thinks what's best for me.

I don't know if my mum sees this, or if she's read any of the previous posts for that matter as I've tried to do this in a humble fashion. Happy mother's day anyhow, and I'm forever in gratitude of your patience, kindness, wisdom and positivity.