Byrum & Fisk team celebrates moms
This year’s Mother’s Day looks very different due to the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic. As we celebrate every mother in our lives, we reflected on our favorite memories and lessons with our moms.
I learned a love and passion for music of all genres from my mom starting at an early age. It started with the classics – Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Brahms – which eventually evolved into jazz, blues, rock and funk. My mom made countless sacrifices to raise me and my siblings, and she’s always been in my corner.
My mom is a lot of things to a lot of people. She is a mother, a wife, an aunt, a sister, a friend and so much more. She is a hard worker, the glue that holds our family together, and a great person to go to when I need to be uplifted. Over the years I have learned so much from her. Most of all though, I learned the importance of remaining positive at all times and persevering when the going gets tough.
It turns out that my mom thrives in a quarantine and prepared her children well to do the same. From grinding her own whole wheat flour to knowing how to can meat, she can weather a storm. Who else can turn old milk into a tasty dessert like Sour Cream Raisin Pie? So, in my sixth week of trying to keep my sourdough starter alive, I find myself consistently channeling my mother’s resilience.
My favorite memory with my mom is the time we spent at horse shows. She was there at the ring during every class, reminding me to smile and have fun – especially when I was taking the competition too seriously. My mom is incredibly patient and empathetic, and I’m thankful for all I’ve learned from her.
My mom is fiercely independent, hardworking and unflinchingly real. But she is also sensitive, nurturing and so caring for the people around her. She taught me the balance between these two sides, and that I can be all those things at once. She is a great example of that. She can also fold a fitted sheet, which is a superpower.
My mom wore several hats in our family — from breadwinner to coach to, of course, mom — and her grit and determination helped mold me into the person today. My mom never shied away from playing basketball or baseball with me, even if her 5-foot frame wasn’t built for either sport. In fact, she stuck it out as my bullpen catcher until I learned how to throw a curveball and plunked her in the shin. She even accompanied me on Cub Scout overnight camping trips, with all the dads. I also firmly believe that growing up living with my mom and grandmother as a child prepared me to live in a home with my wife and three young daughters as an adult — I haven’t left a toilet seat up in over 35 years.