Momma's too short to reach ๐Ÿ˜‰

Today is mother’s day, and for me it is bittersweet as I am not able to spend it with my mum. Since leaving Canada three months ago, I’ve already missed two important dates and today is the third (and final) one.

First was March 8th, a day that the world knows as International Women’s Day but that I – and other Romanians – think of as mother’s day. I had been away for about a month and I decided to make a digital scrapbook of pictures of my sister and I with our mum (with appearances from my daddy and other people).

My two favourite ladies in the world.

The next event that I missed was my mum’s birthday, and that was at approximately the halfway point. I made a card and wrote her a letter, and my sister got her flowers on both our part. Mum had a lovely party with all of our friends and while I skyped her to say hello, I wish I could have been there.

And now it’s the “official” mother’s day, and my main gift for her is my returning to the country in two days ๐Ÿ˜‰ just kidding! But really, even though I can’t be with my mum in person today, she is always with me in spirit – no matter what. We fight and argue on occasion (mostly because I’m still a silly teenager), but my mum is my best friend and I trust her with anything and everything.

Pink shorts, pink jacket (it's my mum's), pink umbrella. I promise I'm not Elle Woods.

My mum has taught me everything I know, and I am who I am because of her. She taught me the importance of being kind, independent, and classy. She taught me family recipes, how to dance traditionally, and countless other ways to maintain my culture. She taught me how to dress, act, and fit in while still standing out. Oh, and of course she taught me butterflies and flowers, and everything pink ๐Ÿ˜‰

You see, as I grow up, I learn to appreciate my mum (and dad) more and more. As a child I never really thought about all they did and all they sacrificed for me and my sister, but I now realize just how much it was. Big things like moving to a new country; little things like always kissing me good night. Their love is selfless and unconditional.

I love this photo of them <3

It’s funny. Ever since I was little, people always said I look/act like my mum. In the past I would’ve laughed and denied it because my mum and I were two completely different individuals. When somebody says that to me now? I smile proudly because it’s an honour to be compared to somebody as beautiful and amazing as her. When I have kids of my own in the future, I hope to be half the mum mine is. I wish I could hug my mum and hold her close, but I can’t until Tuesday. I’ll have to settle for our weekly skype calls and endless facebook messages.

My momma's always been gorgeous

In the meantime, everybody go give your mums (blood or otherwise) a big hug and kiss, and tell them how much they mean to you.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers and mother figures out there. You are all amazing. <3


Written by: Cristina

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