What moms are made of


Moms are the best. There’s arguably no one who knows me better than mama, accepts me more completely for who I am, or loves me like her. I’m blessed to have a great relationship with my mother. We talk all the time, and she is very much a part of my daily life. When something good happens, I want to call her so we can share the joy, and when there’s a tight spot, I look to her for guidance and comfort. Some of my life all-time best moments have happened with Mom, and here are a few …

Braiding the hair of My Little Ponies

When I was just a little girl, we would do this for HOURS. Literally hours. Now that I’m a mom of myself, I realize how much patience she had for me because I never remember her complaining, asking to play something else, or being anything other than patient through our very looooong My Little Pony grooming sessions. Later in life, this transitioned into Barbie styling, and after that, it turned into helping me learn how to dress but no matter at which phase of life, my Mom has been there as a source of patient positivity.

Driving across the Mississippi River Bridge with a convertible full of balloons

I grew up in New Orleans, and when I was a sophomore in high school, my friends decorated my locker with a TON of balloons. It was so fun, and I loved the love, but when my Mom came to pick me up from school in her two-seater convertible, we were a little stumped on how to get them home. After about a second of deliberation, she rolled the top down, and I climbed in. As we crossed the bridge, Mom was driving, and I was holding onto roughly two dozen balloons wildly bobbing in the wind – we were being pummeled by a rainbow of helium, and it was hilarious! The people passing us rolled down their windows to wave, honked, and gave us the thumbs up – thank goodness this was before camera phones! It was great fun and, shockingly, we had zero balloon casualties on the journey home.

Visiting the MET together

This was a big moment. I was an Art History major, and during Christmas break of my senior year, Mom and I traveled up to the Big Apple, just the two of us. The city was gorgeously decorated for the holidays and seeing the tree in Rockefeller Center was a dream. We even found a little soup/fondue spot that we went to at least once a day, but when we got to the MET – wow. We saw as many museums as possible while we were in NYC, but the MET is one-of-a-kind. Within the first 10 minutes of being there, we saw a million things I’d only ever seen in a book (like “the New York boy”), but I was in heaven when we made it to the Impressionist wing. It was every bit as magical as I’d hoped, especially seeing so many works by Degas, my favorite artist. It’s an experience you can only have once.

There’s a favorite quote of mine by Dorothy Canfield Fisher, a writer and educator who lived in the first half of the 20th century, "Mother is a verb. It's something you do. Not just who you are.” Whether it was playing ponies or visiting somewhere amazing … Mom was there. She has been my biggest cheerleader all my life, encouraging me to try new things, step out of my comfort zone, and strive to be my best self. It’s my most sincere hope that thirty years from now, my own children will look back at our relationship, and think of me as wonderfully as I think of my mother.

Thank you, Mom, for everything.

Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.


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