A Mother’s Day Tribute To A Special Lady” Hope Kumor Guest Blogger, #aspecialmom
When someone contacts me to volunteers write for Mother’s Day, I figure it’s going to be a gift guide of some sort. Lucky for me, that’s not what I got when I was discussing guest post topics with blogger Hope Kumor!
Kumor who has some serious credits and blog exposure to her name has a very thoughtful presentation!
With a radiant smile and a nonchalant manner, she walks into my room with a package stating, “Close your eyes and put out your hands.” I place my arms out to grip the gift and when I see the pink nail polish, which so happens to be my favorite color, I beam with excitement. She knows me very well and pays attention to detail. When I’m least expecting it, she purchases a present for me as soon as she sees a product I like at the store. I don’t ask for anything, but still, she loves buying gifts for my two brothers and me.
To her, it’s not a huge deal because she’s a giver, not a receiver, but it’s bigger than she’ll ever know. I appreciate each and every thing my mother, Patricia Kumor does for me. Even though I’m not the best at communicating my feelings with her, I often write notes describing how much she means to me. She’s my mother and she’s definitely one of a kind! She goes out of her way for us kids and never asks for anything in return. She’s kind-hearted, caring, kind, generous, special, genuine, sweet, nice and funny.
It takes a remarkable person to do what she does for a living, which is to care for special needs people. She finds it a rewarding job and is extremely passionate about it. With a glow in her eyes, she tells us stories and tales how proud she is when one of her girls accomplishes a goal. Her 4 gals each have goals in the community and when they reach them; my mother can’t help but feel proud. Personally, I could never perform my mother’s job because it’s extremely stressful and mental, but she handles it quite well and wouldn’t have it any other way. “I wish I was a Special Ed teacher,” she says with sadness. Unfortunately, she didn’t find this out until later on in life, but when I tell her to go for it, she simply says, “Its fine. I love what I’m doing right now.”
My mother has always had a fascination with special needs folks when she began working at Woods Services a while back. She often speaks about this pair of twins she took care of and longs for those days. Not only does my mother have a special connection to people with disabilities, even older folks flock to her .I always joke with her about this label that reads, “I love older people” she has on her forehead. When she’s shopping in the store, they speak with her as if they’ve known her for years.
Eyes squinted and teeth showing, I’m often told I have my mother’s warm smile. With a calm and soothing demeanor, I am definitely my mother’s daughter since I display this same kind of exterior. Like my mother, whenever someone is telling me a depressing tale, the expression of my face reads “sadness.”
I graduated a year ago and cannot move out until I begin making good money, so I must still live at home. My mother has never asked for dough while I stay at my parents place. Normally, parents make their college graduate pay or throw them out, but my mother insists I stay until I build up enough funds to live my life. My mom supports everything and anything I do and even though I’m not precisely where I’d like to be, she’s still proud. I’m just finished an internship at Family Circle Magazine and am still looking for a full-time job and when I recount the same frustrating words, “Mom, you know how it is and I don’t want to talk about it over and over.” She looks at me and says, “Hope, I told you you’re able to talk about it as often as you’d like because I don’t mind.” My mom never cares how much I bring up a topic that’s bothering me or something we’ve gone over several times, which makes me more inclined to speak with her.
I become excited whenever we have our mother-daughter days and get some one-on-one time to chat. We love the store Bath & Body Works and search for new sprays. This is our special bonding time and I never take it for granted!
One day, I hope I can be as great of a mother as she is!
Happy Mother’s Day Patty Kumor! Thanks for being the greatest mother ever; for putting up with my moods; for being there when I need you; for listening and caring and for being such a special person!
Thanks to Hope Kumor for her amazing story about a terrific woman.
Hope Kumor is a freelance writer who’s obsessed with all things health & fitness. She recently wrapped up an internship at Family Circle Magazine in NYC. Prior to Family Circle, Kumor interned with Good Housekeeping Magazine in New York as well.
“These two magazine internships taught me a ton and I’m grateful for both experiences. I’m trying to find myself and writing in the meantime. I don’t want to be another face in the crowd and I’m just trying to put myself out there. You’ll recognize me by my name and pink lips! Just remember the name Hope Kumor.”
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