So, it really goes that fast

I’m in the middle of my first official week of summer, but I feel like summer never officially began.

Everyone knows that feeling. It’s the day after your last day of school, you wake up right before noon, and decide to have ice cream for lunch. To a lesser (or maybe further) extend, the feeling of finally “being done” is common among college students.

But what if you never have this feeling? What if everything just blurs together? (Insert intro music that awakens you to the topic for this post.)

The past year of my life has been an accumulation of mixed feelings. A year ago, I was crying in my parents embrace, telling them as they tried to say goodbye that I had made the wrong decision in deciding to spend a summer away from home. Nine months ago, I was finishing up a great internship experience, and preparing for another year at college. Eight months ago I learned one of my closest relatives had cancer, and the next 8 months proved to be the wildest rollercoaster ride of emotions I’ve experienced. My uncle’s cancer, busy school life, no social life, getting engaged (!), planning my wedding (again, !), experiencing the worst homesickness I’ve ever felt, and restarting the same internship I was dreading a short year ago.

So why is everything blurring together? Maybe it’s because that rollercoaster of emotions, specifically within the nine months of the school year, I so often curse was strangely satisfying (aside from the cancer and homesickness). This past year, I’ve found who I believe are true friends, and have kept the ones I always thought would be. I have a new love for some new people, and have grown closer to those I already did.

Choosing to focus on my third year of college, most days, I could NOT wait for it to be done. And then it came time to say goodbye to some friends for the summer, others for longer, and I prayed that the year wouldn’t end. I said ‘goodbye’ to the people I came to love, but only wished that the space pushing us apart would bring us closer.

Maybe that’s the irony in it all. I’d lay in bed at night, talking to my two roommates/best friends about my inner turmoil, and all I could say was that the greatest things in life pass by the quickest. Why must the things we most enjoy and the people we love, aside from all their faults, enter and leave our lives in what feels like a few minutes?

I blame myself for not appreciating the things I miss when they were in the present. I also blame this lack of smooth transition from school to summer to work on me, too. If only I’d given myself more time to adjust, soak in summer’s glory, and reflect…well, I’d be sitting on a deck basking in the May sun as I write this post rather than at my desk at work. 

What my mother taught me

It's Mother's Day, and being more than 700 miles away from my mom, I'm left with no option but to tell the rest of the world (or maybe just those who read this) what my mother means to me. Thank you, social media, for being so viral efficient.

Lessons from my mother

1. The love I have for my future kids will always be my priority. Since getting engaged, I can't stop thinking about the life I will have with my fiancée, especially for when we have kids of our own. As I plan our wedding, my rationale to stay within my budget is that my wedding is a big day, but the biggest day of our lives will be when we have children. You've heard it a billion times - the gift of life is truly a miracle. My mother has lived every day of her life with the philosophy that my three younger siblings and I are the greatest gift she's ever received. Of course, there have been days when having four kids isn't so fun. But my mother always make sure to tell us she loves us, and that we mean everything to her. 

2. Loving your spouse doesn't always mean you'll be happy. I've seen my mother sacrifice a lot of things for the benefit of my father, and as we all know, having to sacrifice things we want doesn't always make us happy. But more than her happiness, my mother loves my father, and if his happiness results from her sacrifice, it's worth it. I love my future husband more than I ever imagined I could, and I've also sacrifice more for him than I ever thought I would for a man. I've happily and willingly made these sacrifices, and I thank my mother for the strength to do so, knowing that what makes him happy will ultimately make me happy. 

3. Loving your kids doesn't always mean they'll understand at first. I can not tell you how many times I fought the love my mom (and dad) tried to show me by enforcing curfew and continually questioning what I was doing on the weekend. To be honest, I hated how over-protective and possessive they seemed, and I had no interest in trying to understand how they were "loving" me by "making me miserable". Their definition of tough love sounded more like social torture to me. To be blunt, I was stupid. I thank God for the epiphany I suddenly realized one day that tough love was more difficult for them than it was for my social scheduling. It would have been 100 times easier for them to let me do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, rather than trying to protect me. I'm thankful that my need for pride is outweighed by my want to acknowledge that yes, my parents were right, and only ever had my best interest and safety at heart.

4. In difficult and sad situations, you want more than anything to be strong for your family. I've never met a stronger woman than my mother. As a woman who lost both of her parents to tragic and sudden causes by the time she was 40, what I remember most at both of my grandparents' funerals was that my mom was a stronghold for my siblings and I. As we cried into her shoulders, waiting for her reassuring touch as she played with our hair, whispering that everything would be alright, I never gave much thought to the healing we may have deprived my mother of. My mother ignored her need to grieve, to cry with her siblings, to be held my by father, her process for healing, to comfort her children. I can not fathom the strength it took for her to be that for us, and I pray that I can be then same for my children.

On this day, whether or not you have the opportunity to be with your mother, I encourage you to think of what your mother has done for you, what she has taught you, and what she has been for you. My mother has been my best friend, my protector, my strength in hard times, my encouragement in discouraging times, my cheerleader in good times, and my fighter when I am too weak. The woman that has been all of these things and so much more for me is the woman I can only hope to be a fraction of some day.

Mom, I love you. Happy Mother's Day. 

L to R:  The woman I am, and the woman I want to be.