It is almost unfathomable to try to imagine the daily steps of your own mother until becoming one yourself. It is then that you realize that mothers encompass many things; they are strength, love, and pain all in one.
That isn’t to say that we don’t take into account the daughters who have had problematic relationships with their own mothers. Those daughters are just valid. But, it is also important to note that a mother isn’t always the one who has given birth to you, it’s that woman who has guided you through the rocky roads we all have to trekk on.
At the risk of sounding like a cliche, we now understand that some of the best life lessons have been learned via our mothers. Some lessons are more impactful than others and that’s something we should appreciate.
Even though we all have had independent experiences with our mothers, for the most part, we have gone through some universal lessons. And these lessons were facilitated by our very own mothers one way or another.
Growing up, many of us didn’t understand the significance of patience. In my experience I felt like I was never heard. Oftentimes, I cried when I didn’t get our way. Sometimes, I couldn’t even understand why something as basic as a snack was negotiated at home. It didn’t click then, but my mother was just trying to stretch out the food items as long as she could until her next paycheck. Then, I grew up.
I understood the value of money and what it meant to wait. That patience my mother was trying to teach me was never in vain. In fact, it was her way of allowing me to appreciate the moments when I was able to indulge in something extra, for instance, an extra snack.
Her patience also taught me to take it easy in my love life and in my career. Things always come, but in due time.
The fights between a Latina mom and daughter can be earth-shattering. It’s almost as though it’s a competition to see who can hurt who more. Yet, the moment to ask for forgiveness always comes. It can in a few minutes, a day, or even years. But that “perdoname” will linger on for as long as you both let it.
However, the power of that mother/daughter forgiveness erases any wrongdoing. Things reassemble themselves as though it were magic. It’s almost as your world understands that there are bigger things to worry about than an argument without much substance.
Life will have you crashing with many types of personalities. They are at work, church, the supermarket — they’re everywhere. So, it is no surprise that disagreements will make their way into your space at some point. This is when the forgiveness you’ve learned from experience with your mother comes into play. Without thinking twice about it, you will leave your pride behind and forgive as much as you’ve forgiven your mother as much as she has forgiven you. After all, there are always greater things to worry about.
How many times have you been called out for the fire in your soul? Some may have said it with admiration, while others secretly envy the tiny embers that spark the pep of your walk.
But that fire, that passion, is all thanks to your mother.
Whoever took the role of mothering you, most likely urged you to be a greater version of yourself at all times. They might have asked you to help them out when you were too young, but that’s because they saw your brilliance and potential at an early age. Those long nights finishing homework meant that they wanted you to not only be educated, but they wanted you to excel more than they did.
Now, you walk the streets with your head up high, looking to dismantle any challenge given to you.
That’s the passion us Latinas have, even if it wasn’t instilled in us by our own mothers. You know why? Because that’s the legacy of our ancestral mothers — the original Latina moms.
There are so many lessons mothers can give us. However, it has gotten to the point where we must now pass these lessons down. Are you ready for that?
Yes…. she always knows best. All those years of experience ahead of us, are worth so much! That phrase: “Trust me, I am your mom… been there, done that!” is so powerful (even when we didn’t want to hear it!).