A mother’s intuition is always spot on. And a girl will always need her mom.
This morning I woke up to a text message from my mom. It wasn’t in our family’s group chat like it normally is. It was just a text to me that said, “Hi my Pearly! I miss you lots! Love you.” This morning I woke up tired. Being able to wake up and receiving a little motivation to get my out of bed was comforting.
My mom and I are a lot alike, after all we both bear the same middle name. We have similar work ethics, sorta similar temperaments, and we are both pretty damn stubborn. But, I’m ok with that. A girl needs her mama and it doesn’t matter how old you are, it doesn’t matter how far apart you live, it doesn’t matter if you’re married, single, widowed. One day I’ll be just like my mom and have the honor of always being needed. And like my mom who somehow knew as I lay my head down last night that I need her to push me a little this morning, I’ll get to do that to my daughter one day.
Today I knew a project was waiting for me on my desk that was imperative to – if not to completely finish – be practically done for tomorrow’s 1p deadline. But as usual at my job there were other things that continued to pop up and it was hard to find my focus. Then things became overwhelming. It became frustrating. It felt like I was going to fail.
But, here’s the thing I’m lucky. I’m lucky to have people in my life who believe in what I do. Believe that I can be amazing. Believe that my dream is so important to me that I won’t, I just won’t fail. I’m lucky because even when I say I don’t know how much more that I can take, even when I say I don’t know if I want an uphill battle, even when I say I don’t know if I can keep fighting, I have people surrounding me who believe that I can keep fighting on and that makes all the difference. Their faith in me, above everything, makes me want to fight. The idea that someone has faith in me when I don’t have the strength to push, the idea that I have cheerleaders in the back rooting me on makes me feel as if I’m almost invincible.
I’m lucky because I have cheerleaders, like my mom, who believe that I am kind hearted even when I’m pretty messed up. I have people in my life that think I am amazing, strong, and worth it even when I don’t believe them. When all the fight has bled out of me they believe that I am wonderful and capable of rewriting my story. They help me to fight on.
Thank you cheerleaders. xoxo