“My mother was right.”
A phrase I uttered weekly throughout college while giving campus tours to potential students and their families. My mother convinced me to just give Agnes Scott a try. “Just apply, you might like it.” I was determined that I would no way, no how, be attending a women’s college. But I applied anyway.
And with pride, during every tour, when telling my story of how I came to be at Agnes Scott, I would end up telling the group my mother was right. This would garner laughs from parents and groans from 17 year olds who were only there because their parents insisted.
I’ve already written about why I ended up loving my women’s college. This post, though, is about how much meaning there was behind that phrase that had nothing to do with my education.
My mother was right. Is right. Always.
She is right in that she has always shown strength and grace in the face of hardship or trying times.
She was right in showing me that sometimes you just have to let people be mad. You can’t change it, but you can stop talking and walk away. Letting them think they won is ok sometimes.
She was right in showing me that some Rod Stewart and peanut M&M’s can fix almost any heartbreak or disappointment.
And for the heartbreaks that those can’t fix, you can always call home.
She was right when she encouraged me to get my education.
She was right when instead of telling me what to do and saving me from heartbreak, she let me experience the fall, as it was a lesson I could only learn the hard way.
She was right when she said I’d come home a new person after my year in Mexico.
She was right the many times she’s said “It’s all gonna be ok. All good.”
She was right to teach me so many things:
From how to value integrity, forgiveness, and true kindness to how laugh at myself and be able to joke and poke and not get easily offended.
She taught me to hold hands whenever possible with the ones you love. Life is better that way.
I learned confidence and strength and that lifting others up was the best way to lift yourself.
I learned that I was born to be a mom. I learned this because I heard my own mother say that phrase and all of a sudden everything made sense. Of course, I was made to be many more things before and in addition to that. But I was made to be a mother someday.
I learned that feeling our loved ones around us and having that “knowing” wasn’t creepy or weird, it is a gift that we were given to be treasured.
Through every goal reached, every heartache, every trial, tear, and laugh, my mom is the one I can always turn to for support and guidance. She taught me kindness and grace and extended both of these to me countless times, even when I was less than kind or deserving of that grace.
She taught me the biggest lesson of all:
Love can conquer all things.
My mother was so right.