Ode to My Mom

​With Mother’s Day this coming weekend, I have reflected on the many ways I am grateful for my mom.

​Like many mothers, she was loving and supportive. I know she sacrificed for me and my brother many times. There were times she worked two jobs. Times where she would work an overnight and, despite lack of sleep, be up for us the next day. It wasn’t always easy.
 
Not only did she sacrifice, she was always there. As a child, she was attended each and every extracurricular activity I participated in. She was there for every award ceremony, band concert and competition. While in college, she would send me care packages a few times a month and come down to visit regularly. Then after the car accident, she was my advocate ensuring I got the best health care possible. I accredit her persistence and unacceptable of “wait as see” as part of the reason I was able to recover beyond the doctors’ expectations.
 
I always knew she loved me. More importantly, I knew my parents supported all my gifts and talents.
 
As children, my brother and I had one responsibility: Education. My parents wanted us to do well in school and learn as much as we possibly could. We could learn through travel or clubs, reading or writing, volunteer work or jobs. It didn’t matter, as long as we were learning. My mom never encouraged or pushed me to choose one activity over another. Once I decided, she was behind it one hundred percent. She did her best to make the dream a reality.
 
That was the case when I expressed an interest in honing my intuitive gifts. At first, she responded with a big smile. Afterwards she expressed, from the time she heard the woman in my room, she knew intuition would be in my life one way or another.
 
To help me, she took me to classes. In fact, she attended many classes with me! Together, we discovered more about our spirit guides, how to read auras and about the different forms of intuition. But I wanted more. And when I found the Northeast Holistic Center for Healing and Psychic Development, my mother (and aunt) did not hesitate to facilitate the education. Every other week, they would make the forty-minute trek (back and forth) to the center so I could attend classes.
 
When I started doing this professionally, she assisted me. And she has continued to do so. With an office in East Aurora, she watches Baby Girl once a week to lessen the burden on us. And, upon publishing my book, she was one of the first people to pre-order it. She didn’t have to. I would have given her a copy… but she wanted to purchase it.
 
Every day, she demonstrates support.
 
One could say, that’s what moms do. And each mom, in their own way does. But, I like to think my mom is special and I’m grateful to have her support. Without her support, and her intuitive genes, I may not be where I am today.
 
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! And, to all the other moms out there.

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