“Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.” — Gail Tsukiyama
Hana Hong, EIC
As a child, many people told me I would spend my adolescence detesting my mother, that the inevitable day would approach when I’d loathe her very existence. That day did come and lasted for a few rough years, until college, when missing her brought on stifled feelings, along with a new respect and admiration for a person I had previously craved respite from. I finally understood why she nagged me all those times to bring an umbrella and to hit the books. I understood why she questioned me about my homework and made me go to all those stupid summer camp programs. There are not many people out there willing to take you in, flaws and all, and love you with no qualms. Throughout failed relationships, romantic and platonic, I’ve come to realize that people are not easily reliable in this world. Friends come and go, no matter how strong the bond may be. Men most certainly don’t love you the way they say they do and no one can actually harbor a secret. While friendships are wonderful and necessary, the only stable and consistent love you will ever have in this world is from your mother. She is the only one who will always be there in the middle of the night ready to answer your call. She’s the only one who actually cares to hear about every moment of your day. She’s the one who will pick restaurants, keeping in mind that you’re allergic to half the world. She is the only one who actually listens when you talk and doesn’t mind spending four hours watching you try on jeans.
My mother is the first one I call with good news. She’s the first one I call with bad news. She’s the only person I can actually shop with. She will always make the trip to visit me, no matter the distance. She will never forget my birthday, and she’ll be the first to sing to me when the clock strikes midnight. She will be honest when something doesn’t look good on me. She will tell me when I’m being a bitch. My mother has always been and always will be my best friend.
Madison Gillespie, Co-Editor
My mom is the most beautiful woman I know. Her confidence and determination inspire me to pursue my dreams every day – not to mention she’s hilarious and never fails to make me smile. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mom; thanks so much for everything. ❤
Jane Lee, Fashion Editor
나의 소중한 어머니. This means my dearest mother in Korean. My mother is my absolute best friend who knows the subtlest details of my life. My mother is a superwoman who can sacrifice everything to care for those around her. My mother is the most chic fashionista that I know. My mother is my inspiration. Thank you for being so lovely mama bear!
Happy Mother’s Day from everyone at The Spread.
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