Mom Magic is a Risen series dedicated to make our mothers feel like the queens they are. They've raised us to feel like royalty, so now it's their turn to wear the crown! In this series, we will talk a LOT about our moms and take the time to make them feel something with what we do, creatively! Have a great Mother's Day to you and your moms!
1. "What is your mom like? Describe her in a sound and a smell."
My mother is complex, like a melody of the underground jazz music she likes so much. She is sweet and gentle, just like jasmines swaying in a spring breeze. She is the smell of Christmas cookies baking in the oven. She is the gentle pattering of rain on a windowsill, and the roaring sound of the waves breaking on the shore. She is the smell of pine trees and mint. My mother is the sound of whispered "I love yous," the smell of new books. She is laughter and summer fruit.
2. "What is something you love about your mom? What is something that you usually take for granted about her?"
I love her artistic abilities and her intelligence. She has such an eye for unique fashion, film, and her sketches are better than art that has taken me hours. Yet, she's so modest about it. Sometimes I take her persuasiveness for granted. She has strong opinions, but in the end she believes I should do what feels right and only wants the best for me. Sometimes I don't realize just how much she cares.
There have been many times where I couldn’t quite put my emotions into words, but yet you understood. I have always adored the way your smile takes up half your face, and the sunny atmosphere that follows you into the room. I love how protective you are over your children, and how your hair always falls into place. How you can be sympathetic and adventurous, and how you weigh the pros and cons of a situation before you act. I’ve admired your patience, and how you went through extra years of schooling in hopes that it would provide a better job. Since you didn’t have support from your parents, you jumped through many hoops so that my childhood could be better. You went through a struggle I could never understand. You showed me the importance of knowledge and education. You let me read all the good books, took me to all the best movies, taught me how to use film and tell stories and laugh at my mistakes. You let me express myself, taught me the difference from right and wrong. I couldn’t respect you more.
When I was smaller, I would look at old vintage photos of you in Disneyland or Jamaica with dad, all bright red lipstick and little black outfits and button ups. The epitome of 90’s fashion. Slaying the game with a sparkle in your eyes. I would feel guilty because I was stealing a chance from you. The chance to travel the world, explore your talents, wear nice clothing. Even though you insisted that you wanted to have a child, I couldn't help but compare ‘pre - Joy mom’ to ‘after Joy mom’. And I wanted you to be as happy as you were. Now I see that you are, but in a different way. A way that is subtle, but still present, forever growing and changing. Your happiness is encrypted in those late night Netflix sprees, fast food runs, constant reminders, bedtime stories. I love you and your selflessness, even when I’m moody, even when I’m cranky, even when I’m secluded. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you. Don’t worry, I’ll grow up to be everything you hoped I’d be. Maybe even more.
Happy Mother’s Day.
|This photo was taken of my mom on her honeymoon in Jamaica. I've always loved how this picture captured how open and easy her smile was.|
|This was taken at my mom's surprise baby shower. All of my cousins liked her the best out of all the aunties.|
Thank you for all you do, Mom. Your existence is a blessing to us all and I love you even more with every passing day.