When mom teaches, she puts everything she has into her classroom and her home. And on Mother’s Day, she deserves a great Mother’s Day gift. Here are 10 great ideas for Mother’s Day Gifts for the teaching mom. Prices from low to high, any of these gifts would be a great choice to show mom how important she is!
Every morning, I put my two year old daughter on the vanity in the bathroom (don’t worry, it’s big and she is small). I set up her toothbrush and begin to brush my hair. And everyday, my daughter says, “I help you, Mommy” and she reaches across the sink, grabs my toothbrush and gives it to me. I could get my toothbrush faster, but the smile she gives me when I say, “Thank you,” brings me such joy! She helps me and she is happy. I accept her help and I am happy. But for some reason, when I really need help, I cannot seem to ask for it, even when it is offered.
Life is hard. Being a mom is hard. We spend our lives dedicated to our families. Our days are usually spent morning until night caring for others. We cook, clean, do laundry, work and put all of the people in our family before ourselves. And most days, we do this without complaint, without issue. We love our families unconditionally and happily dedicate our lives to their well being. But it happens to all of us, we start to approach the edge.
On October 24th, 2002, my mother was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia and my life was forever changed. My mother and I were always best friends. I never went through the teen angst where I rebelled against my parents. She was my rock and my confidant, she supported me through every struggle of my life; when she got sick, I knew that I would be there for her in every way I possibly could.
I love being a mother and I love being a teacher. It’s in my nature to care for others and any mother/teacher will tell you the same thing. We want to do our best, we know we can always be better teachers and we push ourselves to do that. But there are hard days and the guilt is tremendous. It’s crazy that we have to choose, from now on I want no more guilt.
Tomorrow would have been my mother’s 74th birthday. And if she were alive, she would see her children in happy committed relationships. She would have been able to meet her grandchildren. But she isn’t. The last birthday my mother celebrated was her 61st. She died before I became a mother, before I was even married.
My whole life, I idolized my mother. She was my world, my best friend my staunchest supporter. I dreamed of the day that I would be a mother; be like her. She would watch me, advise me, be proud of the daughter, the now mother she raised.