I want to inspire people. I want someone to look at me and say because of you, I didn’t give up — Anonymous
My Mum has always been there for me. Even when I thought I couldn’t go to her with something. I kissed a boy. I broke up with someone. I didn’t break up with someone. I wanted to quit my job. She was always there. Always.
The comfort I took in knowing that I could go to her with about 99% of my problems was/is my security blanket. Let’s face it, I still call my Mum when I have a problem.
Being a Mum myself now, I often find myself sending my Mum a text or giving her a quick call and saying: “I am so sorry.” The first 50 times or so I said it, she always asked: “For what?”
I replied with, “Being a Mum is hard. I never realized that sacrifices you made for us (my sister and I). I didn’t realize the sleep you lost because you laid awake at night waiting for us to fall asleep.”
When I send her a text now saying, WOW I’m sorry for <insert the newest child realization>, it’s usually whatever little temper tantrum or growing up lesson I am teaching Scarlett is at the time. My Mum laughs and says, You’ll get through it. I did. And she is right — of course she’s right. She Mum!
I got to thinking about all the things my Mum taught me. All the times she let me sit on her lap and cry into her shoulder. For every band-aid placed with love and care on my cuts. For every time I yelled at her because I thought she was being unfair and she just stood there and took it because she couldn’t find the words to explain to me why she said no — Or maybe I just wouldn’t listen.
How do you repay someone for all those things? For loving you unconditionally, especially when you feel you did not deserve it. How do you say thank you? How do you begin to express your gratitude?
I was laying in bed watching a TV show and my phone rang. It was Mum. She had questions about her computer. Where to find this? How do I get this back? I walked her through what she needed. The problem was solved. I thought that was the end of the phone call, but then she wanted to know more, what if this happens? How do I fix it if you’re unavailable?
My Mum has recently taken on a little side business, hobby of making custom cakes for people. She loves doing it and is very good at it. Keeps her busy and gives her a creative output. My Mum will ask for my advice on certain designs or cost or what flavour this should be. The first few times she asked me, I thought it was because she was nervous and wanted to get it just right. Then she started asking me all the time. I was and still am honoured.
The women I go to with all my problems, concerns and just to vent to was asking my input and for help on the matter. I think I had verbal diarrhea the first few times she asked because I went overboard. By the end I don’t think I was speaking at a pace she could understand. I just wanted to share all my thoughts and knowledge.
She asked me if I could make her a Facebook page for her cakes. Again, she was asking for my help. I leap at the chance. I immediately started writing down ideas that I had. I wanted to show her how to do all this, so we set up a date and ‘I helped her make her very own Facebook page. Barb’s Custom Cakes! Cute!
She was thrilled & so was I. I got to help my Mum!!! Then I made her a blog to go along with it. Barb’s Custom Cakes. She was so excited.
This is how you begin to help repay someone who has been there for you, your whole life, no questions asked. You simply be there for them when they need you. You help them anyway you can. You don’t give up!
The things you are passionate about are not random, they are your calling — Fabienne Fredrick