I am blessed to have a wonderful mother who is nothing but loving and supportive. She is a gentlewoman whose kindness knows no bounds. I am so lucky to have her in my life. So when thinking of an act of devotion, I couldn???t help but remember all the things my mother has done for me, from raising me, teaching me morals to buying me more socks because she noticed I threw out a couple of old pairs. She is attentive and doesn???t ask for much in return. I???m constantly wondering what I have done to deserve a mother like her.
That???s why I want to make this prompt a tribute to my mother as well. There???s nothing profound here, or any illustrations hiding a deeper meaning. Just love for my mom.
I also couldn???t narrow down everything she has done for me into one illustration, it wouldn???t do her justice. Instead, I just chose random things she has done for me in the past that stray away from your usual child care. These depict miscellaneous events in my life where at first they don???t seem like much, but in the end, they mean the world to me.
(Going from left to right)
The first one is my mom reading me books before going to bed. It seems to be a pretty classic childhood story, but I have to admit I rarely listened to anything she read me. If you asked me what my favourite story she read to me as a child I couldn???t tell you. I don???t even have any recollection of the types of books she would read me. The main reason I asked her to read to me before going to bed was that I wanted her to be there when I drifted off to sleep, it was more for comfort if anything. I remember being scared of just lying there in the dark, I had a wild imagination as a child and with my mom being there, it put my heart to ease. I stopped asking her to read to me at bedtime because I finally realized I was taking sleep away from my mom especially on those significantly busy days. The guilt hit me like a train thinking of the possibility that I was the reason my mom was losing sleep. So I called it quits and told her she just had to tuck me in. I like to believe that I offered some relief to my mom???s hectic schedule of raising me.
The second one was when I asked my mom if she could make my Halloween costume for that year. Or rather put a spin on my usual witch costume. Of course, she said yes and worked on it now and then. I remember being so happy that my mom was making my costume extra special. Though I didn???t realize the extra stress I was putting on her daily schedule. I remember I was trying on part of the costume because she needed to see how it was coming together. I was pretty excited about the process and I thought she was having fun too. When I asked her if she liked doing this type of stuff, she said not really, and the guilt that immediately followed felt like a sledgehammer. I was devastated, I was disappointed at myself for being so selfish and asking my mom to do something she didn???t even like. I promised myself at that moment that I wouldn???t ask any favours like this after that and to wear my costume diligently and proudly. I mean it was the least I could do.
The third one has a funny story behind it looking back on it now. It was around the time when I had just gone to the science centre for a field trip, and one of the exhibitions was forensics/crime themed. To make it more interesting at the time they tied the story of murder to it so you were like a detective solving a crime. As fun as that sounds as an adult that exhibit shook me. Like I was terrified to my core because I believed if I solved the crime the real killer would come after me and try to murder me. But in reality, everything was fake and make-believe, nothing was real, I was in no danger what so ever. But I was genuinely too scared to do anything after that. During the night at the field trip, I was terrified to sleep and the next morning I begged my mom to stay home from school. Fortunately, she agreed and I was glued to her side all day. As long as I was in sight of my mother I knew I was safe. Thankfully I got over the scare and continued as normal. Years later I had the courage to go back and check out the same exhibit but it turns out they changed the story to a dog-napping. I like to believe that I wasn???t the only child that went bonkers after going to the exhibit.
The fourth one happened a lot while I was in school. It was a time where I wasn???t too picky with what I wore and wore down my clothes like crazy. Now and then if my mom saw cute clothes while she was out shopping or noticed I was running low on socks she would always get them for me. Though it was a mundane thing it was nice to think that she thought of me when she was out. She could have gotten nice stuff for herself but she saw something and instantly thought my daughter would like this. How cute is that?
The last one still happens now and then. When I was first learning how to bake my mom gave me a lot of pointers and quick tips. I think it was mainly because she was a little nervous about me being alone in the kitchen using the tools and equipment only she ever touched. And I honestly don???t blame her for it, it???s a lot of trust to let someone else wield your equipment because sometimes you don???t get it back in the same condition when you first gave it out. Kitchen appliances can also get pretty pricy depending on what you???re using. Thankfully I got significantly better over time, causing only little damage to the shared equipment. Now when I bake, instead of carefully watching she gets excited for what I???m making. But she will step in from time to time, because who am I kidding, she will always be a little worried about me.
Those are the illustration for this prompt. It ended up being quite the storytime as well! For the most part that???s all I have to say about these drawings. And if the situation allows you to make sure to call your mother or mother-figure and tell them, ???thank you??? for all that they have done, and tell them how much you love them.
That???s all for now! Until next time.