This past Thursday, I had an epiphany. As you will quickly realize, this past Thursday was Thanksgiving. About a week prior to that day, my mother text the family and asked what dishes we would like to have for Thanksgiving dinner. We all excitedly responded, some of us naming one dish, and some naming multiple.
A week later, my parents have arrived at our family home in Columbus. Typically, I will ask my mom what’s on the menu, but this year, I was only selfishly concerned about making sure that my beloved mac n’ cheese made it onto the table.
After all of the food preparations were made, we were more than ready to enjoy a giant meal almost solely cooked by mom. As I made my way down the line and eagerly pulled back the foil on every dish, I slowly began to realize something: mom had made every single dish that was requested. Wow!
Thank you, mom, for waking up at 1 and 3 a.m. to ensure that my $28 ox tails were cooking perfectly, for changing your mac n’ cheese recipe because I preferred it a different way, for making vegetarian Chelsea her own eggplant parmesan, for finding the closest thing to escovitch for Alexis, for ensuring that CJ’s green bean casserole was made with the correct beans, for helping dad with the topping on his sweet potato souffle, for staying up to make the desserts the night before, and for even wanting to plan out an entire meal for us.
But you have been a mother for over 25 years now, and November 24, 2016 was only one single day in your reign as mother. There are not enough trees to kill in order to list all of the selfless acts that you have flawlessly performed as Jennifer, the mom.
Thank you for the countless times you have helped me clean out my closet, and not getting too mad when I decide to give away something that I only wore once.
Thank you for the times you have ironed my work uniform, and placed it neatly on a hanger when I usually throw it on my backseat, or shove it in my backpack.
Thank you for the nights you lost sleep to ensure that I was awake to finish and turn in papers that I procrastinated on.
Thank you for caring about my friends just as much as you care about me.
Thank you for answering silly questions like, “Do english muffins go in the pantry or fridge?”
Thank you for the boat loads of advice that you have given all of us. Even though it can seem like motherly muttering at times, I cherish your wise words.
Most importantly, thank you for the private and shared prayers that you have spoken over us. With each day, I realize more and more just how rare it is to have two God-loving parents who truly care about the spiritual, physical, and emotional well-being of their children. Having Jennifer Jarrett as my mother makes me feel extra special, and extra loved by God.
I could continue this list for several pages, but I hope that you get the picture by now. Many people have told me that I act a lot like you, and that is something that I have grown to be very proud of. There isn’t any other woman on this earth that I would aspire to be more like than you.
I love you, mom.
P.S. Thank you for always reading my writings.