If I could be like one person, it would be my mom. Why, you ask?
My mom was the person who taught me to read, write, count, and gave incredible art lessons where we had to warm up our eyes...which to this day I still don't know what that means, but since it was part of the lesson I did.
She was the person that encouraged me when my friend in fourth grade told me she didn't want to be my friend anymore, reassuring me that I was smart and funny, and that my friend was making a mistake. She was the one who listened to me cry when the boys in junior high were teasing me for being fat, and then she was the one who woke up at 6am in the morning to walk with me before school so I would feel better about myself. My mom was the one who left "I love you because..." cards on my breakfast spot in the morning in high school to remind me that someone loved me despite my selfish teenage attitude. She was the one who took my sisters and I to coffee every week so we could listen, talk, and learn to love each other during our teenage years.
She was the one who raised three confident and determined, college educated ladies who married good Christian men while maintaining a healthy marriage and social life through the various stages of her life. She was the first to sacrifice and the last to complain, a model that I hope to be for my girls.
I am grateful for my mom, and aspire to be like her in so many ways. I am blessed to say that my mom is not just my mom , but also my friend. I enjoy being around her, and I look forward to time with her. I love my mom.
Don't even get me started about my sisters!!!
My mom was the person who taught me to read, write, count, and gave incredible art lessons where we had to warm up our eyes...which to this day I still don't know what that means, but since it was part of the lesson I did.
She was the person that encouraged me when my friend in fourth grade told me she didn't want to be my friend anymore, reassuring me that I was smart and funny, and that my friend was making a mistake. She was the one who listened to me cry when the boys in junior high were teasing me for being fat, and then she was the one who woke up at 6am in the morning to walk with me before school so I would feel better about myself. My mom was the one who left "I love you because..." cards on my breakfast spot in the morning in high school to remind me that someone loved me despite my selfish teenage attitude. She was the one who took my sisters and I to coffee every week so we could listen, talk, and learn to love each other during our teenage years.
She was the one who raised three confident and determined, college educated ladies who married good Christian men while maintaining a healthy marriage and social life through the various stages of her life. She was the first to sacrifice and the last to complain, a model that I hope to be for my girls.
I am grateful for my mom, and aspire to be like her in so many ways. I am blessed to say that my mom is not just my mom , but also my friend. I enjoy being around her, and I look forward to time with her. I love my mom.
Don't even get me started about my sisters!!!
3 comments:
This is such a sweet post; what a tribute! I think I want to be like your mom too. :)
once again you have made me cry...you are a wonderful writer. Happy Mother's Day to you!
What an awesome role model your mom has been for you. You are both blessed beyond measure!
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