Yes, I did steal Shira’s title. But that was to be cute.
A few years ago, I hit the age when I realized that my mother is a person. She is not perfect: she cries, she over-reacts, and (surprise!) she has more on her mind than just thinking about me every second of the day. She is not that great big person in the sky that I used to think she was. And at first, it was terrifying to think that my mother was a person; after all, what did that make me?
Today it’s still a little scary to think of my mom as an actual person. But at the same time, it’s a huge relief. Since my mom isn’t perfect, I don’t have to be perfect. My mom has taught me that it’s okay to break down and cry sometimes, that it’s okay to be overwhelmed by life. I know that if I mess up, she might be disappointed or upset, but she’ll understand.
And that’s another thing about my mother—she understands. She may not understand my opinions on Judaism, eating animals, and politics, but she understands that just like her, I think and argue and can change my mind. And that I’m worth talking to, mother-to-daughter, but also person-to-person.
So on this Mother’s Day, let’s remember: mothers, all mothers, are not perfect. Mothers today have to balance raising families, keeping jobs and actually being people. And sometimes we expect too much of them—sometimes we’re still five-year-olds, expecting them to be able to balance everything. But society needs to cut them some slack, sometimes, and say thank you, mothers for being human.