Nearly six years ago I lost my mother. That statement is still just as powerful in emotion as it was that day in December. But this year, I think I’m ready for something different.
Throughout my entire life, people ask, who’s youer favorite superhero? Every time I give the same answer. My favorite superhero is my mom.
For nearly thirty years she battled cancer, multiple diseases and still had time leftover to entertain her kids, and family far and wide. She wasn’t perfect, and no one is. But there are times I still sit back and simply appreciate the fact that although at times she was going through a personal hell, she somehow still had time to ensure we turned out as decent kids. It’s that courage that reminds me today where I come from.
For six years I knew deep down I wanted to leave Wisconsin, but was scared. Scared to leave my friends, my family and my home for the last ten years. But I also struggled with the loss in a way I didn’t quite realize until this past year. I was angry. Five years after she’s past and I was still angry. She was my best friend and confidante and I missed her. But I slowly started to realize that life comes at you fast.
We find ourselves everyday complaining about where we live, what we eat, where we work, how certain teams suck at drafting, etc. But what I didn’t find myself doing was trying to change it. So a year ago I made a plan and knew, no matter what it was going to happen. Now it took a little while to get here, and a pandemic tried to get in the way too, but I’m here. I’m in Florida today because I took that chance to change what wasn’t making me happy. Getting to work for Mickey was just an added bonus.
So if you’ve stuck around this long and you’re still reading, don’t waste the lessons our mothers teach us. Don’t miss the moments you have to enjoy their company. When they’re gone, it sucks.
I want to wish all the mothers out there a very Happy Mother’s Day.
I love you mom, always.
