This year, we have been sharing our Labor of Love stories with you. Some have been about products and some have been about personal experiences, but they’ve all reflected on our appreciation for the handmade, the hard-won, and the heartfelt. To honor this weekend’s holiday, we wanted to pay tribute to the biggest labor of love of all: motherhood. We hope you enjoy our stories—and feel inspired to share one of your own with us. Or, even better, share it with the special ones near to you.
My mom worked hard to raise me, mostly by herself. I was the one of the only girls in the family—it was me, my older brother, seven uncles, and mostly male cousins. Maybe it was no big surprise that I was always much happier digging in the yard or riding my bike (a black BMX-style number) than I ever was wearing a dress or playing with dolls. My mom knew I wasn’t a kid who could sit still much, so she always encouraged me to go outside and play.
Unfortunately, all this rough-and-tumble activity came with a downside. I am a little (OK, a lot) accident prone. So while I have many fond memories of my mom from growing up, so many of them are of her trying to make me feel better. She nursed me through five broken wrists, one broken collar bone, one broken finger, one nearly severed finger, a tonsillectomy, wisdom teeth removal, some other crazy oral surgery (I am in dental record books!), and most recently, foot surgery in February.
I’ll confess that I am no easy patient, but my mom has always dropped everything to make sure I had what I needed when I needed her most.
Thanks Mom. And Happy Mother’s Day from your “Tough Break Kid.”