Meet my amazing mother, Ruth.
She started running at the age of 60, and will cross her first half marathon finish line later this month at the Cellcom Green Bay Marathon. This photo (given to me last night by our good friends at Artifice Films) was taken last month…seconds after my mom finished her longest race yet – ten miles.
We’re often asked if there is an age requirement for Fellow Flowers…and I often reference my mom as the example of ‘absolutely not.’ There is no age limit on dreams, determination, setting goals and sheer will. But I’ll let her tell that story someday
She wears the /red/ flower most days, and it fits her perfectly. She’s usually up around 4:30 a.m. (no joke)…and greets the early morning crew at the YMCA before most of us are even awake. She brings it – every. damn. day. No exceptions. Her other favorite color is /yellow/ … running because she gets to…and with deep appreciation…(and in my opinion, because she works her ass off to be able to.)
And so tonight…Mom…I want to say, thank you.
For loving me unconditionally. For giving me a notebook at a very young age and encouraging me to write. For stoking the fires of my creativity rather than conforming them. For making me wear hand-me-down clothes even when it wasn’t ‘cool.’ For giving me chores as a young girl, even when I didn’t think it was fair. For blocking MTV my entire childhood. For growing organic food before organic was cool. For piano lessons. For splurging when it mattered. For making me share a room with my two sisters for 15 years. For your minivan, which has moved me more times than I can count. For never making excuses for my mistakes, but rather, helping me learn from them. For telling me to call at 2 a.m. if I’d had a few drinks (and that you wouldn’t be mad)…and then really meaning it. For your quiet strength – always.
For believing in my dreams. For – from the moment I had the courage to say it out loud – believing in the vision of Fellow Flowers. For telling me that quitting my job to chase this dream was what you knew I was ‘born to do’ all along…and not letting me dwell in the guilt of a very hard decision. For not just watching my kids when I’m away for work…but for loving them unconditionally and giving them the best parts of you that I enjoyed as a child…(and yes, keeping the TV off.)
For never letting me settle.
For fiercely protecting me.
For never letting me believe that I should limit my imagination.
For keeping me safe.
For loving me.
Happy Mother’s Day.