Happy Mother’s Day to my mother.


When you look at yourself and look at your life, how many people would you actually include in a thank you list?

Imagine now that you are facing difficulties, that your life is tough for whatever reason, and that you now more than ever need someone in your corner.

The sad truth is, that thank you lists are usually only substantial if people perceive you as successful,  but in order to get to that point, you need someone to be in your corner in the very beginning of your journey.

There is nothing that can compare to that feeling of being supported, of having someone in your corner who believes in you, almost like a cheerleader.

Ideally when we are young, this role should be filled by a parent. The task is difficult being both the diciplinarian and the cheerleader all in one, but some parents manage this difficult combination better than others.

A good parent is someone you always know will be concerned about your well being, this might seem very obvious, but some “parents” seem void of these antennas. And thats exactly the word isn’t it? Antennas for others.

I have to admit that I have a mother who cares a lot, maybe a bit too much sometimes. But, I’m happy it isn’t the other way around. She can be very strict and quite frankly terrifying, even thought she doesn’t seem to see this herself, but all in all my mother is great. In fact the greatest, and there are many reasons I say that.

I’ve been raised with much love and concern, and because of this I seem to automatically believe that if I’m having troubles, then there will be someone rushing to my aid.

Again the sad truth is, that many people don’t care if their fellow human beings are suffering or not.

A small percentage might ask you if you are doing ok, but they are mainly asking this to make themselves feel better. A small minority does care, and that small minority cares a lot.

We are supposed to save ourselves, and create an individual life of independence where we only have to thank ourselves for our apparent success. We are meant to build a life of loneliness, where even family life becomes void of togetherness, with children who raise themselves and parents with too little time for each other. So the kids get the latest gadgets, instead of getting the single most valuable currency there is, time. Time with mom and time with dad.

So I thank my mother for giving me plenty of time when I was a child, in fact almost all of her time. I thank her for making every birthday memorable, every celebration a highlight. I thank her for being there in my childhood.

I thank my mother for having raised me to have characteristics that are difficult to come by in our society today, I thank her for having raised me with compassion and for learning me to show compassion towards those who nobody sees. I thank her for having raised me to show gratitude no matter how small the gift and I thank her for questioning my goals not automatically supporting them, because a goal you aren’t willing to fight for is not a goal worth having.

Nothing in life comes free, not even friendships most of the time or love.

I have to admit that I hate injustice and that I feel that compassion shouldn’t be given to those who are rude or sneaky. I’ve always hated bullies and firmly believe that some people don’t deserve your kindness. Those who are rude, should be treated rudely, those who lie, should be lied to in return. But besides bullies and jerks, which are in plenty, your official and instant modus operandi should always be kindness.

Kindness to those who deserve it and  forgiveness to those who don’t know any better when it comes to how they act. Life is too short for grudges.

If you look at the world there are few things that keeps it from being a dark, endless, abyss where hope is meaningless.

I therefore thank my mother for raising me with an appreciation for music, literature, architecture, theater and museums. For raising me to appreciate beauty.

I also thank her for always being proud of my grades, when I went to school I remember that kids would cry if their grades were bad, they were terrified of their parents!

I’m happy I grew up in a household with no substance abuse. I never saw a drunk person until I was a teenager, I thank my mother for raising me in a healthy environment.

I also want to thank her  for changing her mind when it came to me pursuing music as a career.

A sign of maturity is admitting to the things you are not that good at, and I have no problems to admit that my mother is extremely qualified to a number of things I’m not.

Its easy for people to praise me when it comes to my music, but my mother is seen as someone who is replaceable, who is not worth thanking.

I will therefore thank my mother for her obsessive attention to details. I have to admit that I don’t really think about all the things she usually points out, unless she isn’t around. I thank her for building my official profile as an artist, and for being so diplomatically correct and concerned with how things might look like from the outside or how things will look some years from now.

I thank her for seeing the bigger picture and for finding solutions when there apparently are none.

And for cheering me on as the only one I knew personally who was doing so for a long time

I thank her for always making me feel safe when I was a child and for holding on to life when her health was declining.

My mother is the definition of a survivor and I thank her for that.

I hope that you have reasons to thank your mother on this day, I really do. It must be terrible to have a parent not worth thanking, sadly there are many of them.

So, I say to the one and only lady whom I am proud to call my mother.

Thank you for being who you are, thank you for not treating us the way you were treated as a child, thank you for fighting for us your children and for inspiring us to fight for ourselves and our beliefs.

Thank you for creating a household where normal dinner topics are intellectually stimulating and for sparking early interests in all of us when it comes to philosophy, science, politics and art.

But most of all, thank you for being my/our mother.

Thank you!


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