I rarely ever get to spend Mother’s Day with my mom anymore (as she’s been in China around the holiday for the past few years). As I grow older, any quality time spent with my mom is harder and harder to come by. Suddenly, it’s more preferred to celebrate birthdays and New Years with friends, weekends are spent doing whatever it is that twenty-something girls do, and family vacations become a thing of the past. I lived about an hour’s drive away but I didn’t go around all that much. We checked-in regularly on the phone but I didn’t talk all that much about going-ons in my life.
It’s kind of funny how despite the fact that I’m thousands of miles away from home now, we have become closer over the past year. I write this blog, in part, so that my mom will always be included in all the big and small parts of my life. And I know she is still my biggest fan. After all, who else alerts me when I have a typo or tells all her coworkers about this blog or
stalks keeps up with my social media faithfully?
Ah social media and parents… it could be a dangerous combination.
My mom insists on tweeting even though I’m pretty sure she has no idea how to use Twitter (not that I do either… I mean, I only ever use one hashtag?!). Mainly she retweets my tweets, others’ tweets of my posts, and pretty nature pictures. It wasn’t unusual for me to wake up to notifications that she has retweeted 12 of my tweets. When I scrolled through her account, I facepalmed.
“Look!” I groaned, shoving my phone into D’s face. “My mom’s account is so embarrassing! It looks like I set up a second account just to promote myself!”
I briefly contemplated making her get rid of it, because 1) it’s embarrassing, and 2) it’s not even like she has any followers, but I kinda loved it too. My soul swelled with warmth. For only mothers will care enough do this. This little gesture, as misguided as it is, says to me: I support you and want to help you succeed even if I’m not sure how. And that means the world to me.
Recently, I’ve been able to spend two weeks with my mom in Beijing. I am so grateful to have had this time to create special memories. Not only did we do the fun things like eat delicious meals and see pretty sites, she was also there to accompany me to the eye center four mornings in a row for my Lasik surgery (not even D was willing to do that!), sacrificing a large chunk of her own hard-earned vacation time to sitting in a waiting room.
Only a mother would do that. Only a mother would wake up early and take an hour-long subway journey four days in a row in order to see her daughter through such a minor surgery. And no matter how old I am, only a mother will fill that role.
We didn’t get to say a proper goodbye before she left. Ours was rushed and on a hot, cramped subway train while dozens of people pressed up against us and I struggled to fight off waves of nausea. My mom’s stop came up and as she moved toward the door, we were instantly separated and waved a hasty goodbye before she stepped off.
But if there were time, I would have hugged her tight in a hug that says, Thank you for everything that you do. Thank you for supporting me and this crazy dream. I love you always.
Happy Belated Mother’s Day (since I can’t seem to get my crap together to publish a post on time)!