Everyone has their personalized version of the stereotypical gingie, shaped by the media and cultural influences. Most of what I know about these sassy redheads was learned from the one gave birth to me; she taught me that gingies are indeed a force to be reckoned with.
My Mother is quite petite and introspective, but don’t let either her small size or soft spoken nature fool you into believing she’d allow anyone to take advantage of her or her loved ones. Throughout my life, I watched her stand up for what she thought was right time and time again, even when consequences weren’t pleasant. She taught me one of the most important lessons in life: silence is not helpful to anyone.
She divorced her husband when I was only two years old, and I was the only child. We had each other. I wasn’t always aware of how lucky I was to have such a solid bond with my mother and mostly pushed her away in those terrible teen years. To this day, she has been the one person who has consistently been by my side, supporting me no matter what I got myself into. Nobody else has been there for me in that way.
My closest friends are fiercely intelligent, strong women who always say what is on their mind. I didn’t make the connection until I was older, but my upbringing has a lot to do with how I choose my friends. My mother is the sole reason I gravitate towards these types of women, women I also greatly admire and cherish.
Mother’s Day is the official celebration, but who they are and what they do should be celebrated every damn day of the week. Beyond the title of “Mom,” they are complex individuals; their talents and contributions to their communities and work are endless. A college friend told me that every year on her birthday she gives her mother flowers as a token of her appreciation. This was a pretty novel idea to me at the time. She explained to me that birthdays are a celebration of our mothers giving birth; Mom did all the work, yet we get all the credit on our big day. I loved the idea, and surprised my mom with flowers on my next birthday. She was confused, but blushed and valued the gesture.
I didn’t celebrate the person beyond the “Mom” title for a very long time and (sadly) didn’t understand that there was a woman beyond that label. It’s a rather unfortunate part of our culture that mothers are not acknowledged as women as well. My mom is a fabulous mother and a wonderful person. Yes, it’s important to celebrate everything our mothers have done for us on Mother’s Day, but shouldn’t we also celebrate the women (who also happen to be our mothers) every day? They deserve it.
I love you, Mom. Thank you for being my rock, a friend, and one hell of a mother and courageous woman.
Meet Kaie Bird:
A rebel with too many causes, I am trying to change the perception of female drivers on a local level here in Israel. Globally, I am trying to bring a needed feminine dialogue to the international scooter scene. As an American Expat, I wade carefully throughout this culture and society, trying to understand the seemingly impossible political nuances caused by choosing/creating a life here.
This silly scooter hobby has done wonders for my blood pressure. If you like pretty photos of Vespas and variety of related content from a “Lady Vespa”, check out my blog, Roxy Vespa. Please feel free to contact me via email: Izevel1923@gmail.com