It’s Never too Late: A Mother’s Day Lesson on Achieving Goals

Lucky for me, I had the Mother I had. She never once questioned my evolutionary existence (ok, I was a sick kid), my artistic capabilities (OMG she actually wore that thing on a necklace to work?), or my commitment (“Mom, I’m quitting my job, selling everything I own and backpacking around the world”). No, she’s my Mom, and she is indeed worthy of a day dedicated solely to her. I’m sure each and every one of you reading this blog has similar “Phew, thank goodness she loves me unconditionally” stories. Smiling, you are. We all have a few common elements in our lives. Having a Mom is one of those. Of course, there are those who sadly missed out on some part of this experience. I had a friend when I was young whose Mom had succumbed to the miserable disease of cancer. He never knew the joys of a Tupperware party, and I’m sure missed out on the pleasurable smells and softness that a Mom provides. So I guess I’m doubly lucky – my Mom was healthy. This year she turns 80. And I got to join her in a bucket-list activity in this her eighth decade on this planet. Her bucket list, not mine. (I refuse to consider my own mortality just yet.) No, my much older sister was celebrating her 50th birthday with a rewarding half marathon run (isn’t that what immediately springs to mind for a half-century-on-this-earth celebration?), and my Mother, in only the way that Mom’s can get away with this sort of thing – immediately dog-piled on the idea and invited herself. ‘Oh’, said my sister, ‘Ugghh’, said my pocketbook. California from Thunder Bay, Canada doesn’t seem very inexpensive once one has paid the registration fee for one’s mother and one’s sister looks askance at the payee who has not cleared said registration with one’s sister. No matter – all were smiling as the date approached. We weren’t running. At least not my Mom & I (and my dog-piling cousin). My sister was committed to a qualifying time for the Narnia-land Marathon, so she was sprinting through the course like Ben Johnson (is he still ok to reference?). My Mom, my cousin, and I wanted to get the most bang for my buck. Spend as much time on the course and still feel as if PR’s were falling. “That is the fastest I have walked 13.1 miles in my life”, my cousin proclaimed. My Mom insisted upon a “Hooray” as we approached each mile marker. It was a cool, windy day on the Pacific coast, but it was pure magic. We are conditioned to consider grandmothers as frail, knit-worthy, and certainly capable of slipping a couple of coins into our palms when they greet us. We seldom think of our Moms as athletes. Especially as they approach their 80’s and blue-hairdom. No, it was a humbling and honorable experience for me to see my Mom cross the finish line. (If anyone hears that I intentionally beat her time by “trying to get a picture of you crossing the finish line”, well that’s just not right and the one second that I beat her by was by no means intentional #kickedmy80yearoldmomsbuttinthehalf). Yes, my almost 80 year old Mom is an athlete. And a testament to what we can achieve if we put our hearts and minds to it. Celebrate your Mom and all she has taught you and imparted. It is an education worthy of many, many professional conferences and classes. Apply it at will to Data Volume Management, Business Process Optimization, or simply doing your best each day. My Mom thinks I “work with computers.” Please, do bring all of your internet, SAP, Microsoft and CD-ROM issues to me. I am a genius in all according to Laura. Thank you Mom – you’re the best (teehee- I kicked your butt on that half).

It’s Never too Late: A Mother’s Day Lesson on Achieving Goals

Lucky for me, I had the Mother I had. She never once questioned my evolutionary existence (ok, I was a sick kid), my artistic capabilities (OMG she actually wore that thing on a necklace to work?), or my commitment (“Mom, I’m quitting my job, selling everything I own and backpacking around the world”). No, she’s my Mom, and she is indeed worthy of a day dedicated solely to her. I’m sure each and every one of you reading this blog has similar “Phew, thank goodness she loves me unconditionally” stories. Smiling, you are.[Continue Reading]