A Mother’s Love

Today is a day that has been set aside to celebrate the women that have truly birthed the world: mothers. I am lucky enough to have many influential women in my life that most definitely serve as mother figures, but most importantly, I am blessed to still have my mom in my life. My mother is a woman of strength and courage, of love and kindness…MothersDayQuote2_thgesa I have watched her overcome many an obstacle with grace and gratitude, and I can only tell you that I am in awe of the woman that she is.

My mother has been battling heart disease since I was 14 years old. I thought I was something then, but looking back ten years, I was a baby. I was terrified about all the things going on at the time. In and out of the hospital, staying here and there, worrying that the only person I truly trust in the world may be gone. But you know what, my mom encouraged me and reminded me that I too am strong, and that no matter what happened, she would always be with me. Mommy has fought and fought that battle for 10 years. She’s beat odds. She’s surpassed the statistics. She’s seen me graduate high school, college, and helped me move for graduate school. I know that it’s not always easy for her to keep on fighting, but every day she keeps pushing forward. That is what I call strength.

In the fall of 2015, just after I moved away from “home” with mom for the first time, she got REALLY ill and ended up in the hospital. They told her that her condition has become advanced and it was time to look at some other options (Ventricular assist device/heart pump and/or transplant). We were both terrified to say the least. In the hospital, no other family support around. Just me and my mom with the biggest, most stressful decision in the world to be made. At first my mom said she was done and that this would just have to be the end for her because she wasn’t going to let them keep cutting her open again and again. Of course I was upset for my own selfish reasons, but eventually I agreed. A heart transplant is nothing I can force on her. She’s an adult. Eventually though, after much consideration, my mom decided she wasn’t going to let this beat her. And she hasn’t. Turns out surgery is not a necessity yet, but should it be in the future, I think the mom has a different outlook. As terrifying as it all is, she continues to face it with courage and grace.

As I continue to grow as a woman, I realize that my mom is literally the best friend I will ever have. She shows me an unconditional love that I can get absolutely no place else. I am so grateful to her for never allowing my disobedience, poor decisions, mental health issues, or anything else that I do affect the love that she has for me. There have been times when I was so stressed at night and couldn’t sleep that I called her just to feel like she was with me. She provided me with comfort and compassion. When I didn’t feel like getting out of bed because I felt like dark clouds had taken over my brain, she was ready to jump on a Greyhound to get here to do whatever I needed. My mother is the most considerate woman I know. She has literally gone without to make sure that I had a tiny piece of the world at my feet, and God only knows how appreciative I am for every sacrifice she’s ever made.

I try my best to share my love and appreciation with my mommy as often as I can because she is the most important person in my life. But today… today I wanted to share a tiny bit that importance with the world. There’s something about a mother’s love that is completely different than any other love, and there is no love that can surpass it. Mommy, you are the best. Happy Mother’s Day.

Gabriell Anna


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