Belated Motherís Day
This past Sunday, Gideon and I visited his mom in Fayetteville to celebrate Motherís Day. We played a game of Catan, drank coffee and talked for a few hours before heading back to Eureka Springs. It was a nice day, but I couldnít help but miss my mom.
Celebrations like Motherís Day are a little difficult for my family, because we live six hours apart. That makes day trips almost impossible unless weíre meeting halfway somewhere. It means Iíve missed celebrating Motherís Day with my mom for the past three years, which isnít something you get used to over time. Itís been exceedingly uncomfortable every year.
Of course, Iím lucky to have a mom who understands the dilemma Iím in. She never makes me feel bad about not being able to make it to family events. Since Gideon and I got together, sheís been incredibly understanding when it comes to us spending time with his family. Iíve told many stories of my mom in this column over the years, so some of you might have an idea of the kind of person she is.
For those who donít, Iíd say the best thing about my mom is the way she supports the people she loves. She raised me in a small town in Arkansas, the kind of place where students drove ATVs to school. I was never that interested in popular rural activities, like riding horses or fishing. I preferred to daydream on my trampoline, often with a journal in hand.
When Mom realized I love writing, she encouraged me to do it as often as I wanted. She let me use an old computer after school, where I penned some of my very first essays. Iím not sure I would have continued writing if she had told me to be like other kids. Like many writers, I didnít like being around a lot of people at once. I didnít even try to fit into popular groups at school, because that would mean being around those people much more regularly. Having one or two good friends was good with me, and Mom never made me feel like there was anything wrong with that.
With her support, I started submitting my work in essay contests. I was surprised when I actually won a couple. Mom told me she loved my writing, but I thought she was biased because of our pre-existing relationship. I didnít think I was a good writer. I loved doing it, but I never felt confident in my work. Winning those contests turned things around for me, and I have been writing seriously ever since. Today, I get paid to write.
Mom would say Iíve accomplished this all on my own, but I know thatís not true. Thatís not true at all. She was the one who saw my passion and told me to go for it. Dreamers stop dreaming when they feel alone in it. My mom didnít only see my dream; she shared it with me and encouraged me to keep working toward it. My life would look very different if I had another mom. I donít think I would be nearly as happy or comfortable in my own skin.
That is truly a testament to my momís support. She was the first person to get excited when I was offered a job at Carroll County News, even though that meant the distance between us would increase. Sheís a wonderful mother to me and her dogs. Even more, sheís an incredible friend to everybody in her life. Weíre all lucky to know her. I feel exceptionally lucky, which makes it hurt even more when I donít get to spend Motherís Day with her.
Fortunately, weíre meeting up this Sunday to celebrate Motherís Day in Little Rock. Itís a week late, but that doesnít matter. What matters is spending time together when we can. I can assure you weíll make the most of it.
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Samantha Jones is associate editor for Carroll County Newspapers. Her email address is Citizen.Editor.Eureka@gmail.com