My Mom has always been a compassionate gardener.
She had a garden in our backyard when I was little. In her spare time, she would toil away, fostering the growth of chives, oregano, thyme, and more.
What I didn’t know at the time was that my Mom had another garden: Us, her three sons. Like her herbs, we were deliberately planted and cultivated — each an ongoing project that received her utmost care. Come rain or shine, hell or high water, she was always there to nurture us: To ensure we would grow into everything we could be.
And like her plants, my Mom herself lives by the cycle of nature; The cycle of change. I’ve watched her redefine herself, challenge herself, and mend herself for her betterment and the betterment of those around her. When her patience starts wearing thin, she grows more. When she becomes dissatisfied, she rotates the crops in her life. And when the soil of her garden of love is depleted, she knows how to fertilize it with self-care.
Over the years, she’s become a bastion of empathy and patience. But her love isn’t reserved solely for us three boys: She invests in everyone’s well-being. Ordinary people rarely extend the same care to everyone they meet. But my Mom does, and for that reason, she’s anything but ordinary.
So here’s to you, Mom: A true role model and champion of love. Living proof that people can change. And someone I’ll forever be proud to call my mother.
Your son, Stefan