Saturday, May 12, 2012

My mom

My mom.  My beautiful mom.  Nobody else has a mom as pretty as my mother.  With her gorgeous blond hair and slim figure, she is beautiful.  Always in stylish clothes, keeping up with the fashions she doesn't look like a mother.



But, it's not this that makes her so special.  It's her heart.  It's the love she shares with me and the rest of my family.

My mom, who stepped out of the pain of her childhood to love me.  She loved me as a newborn, who screamed for hours on end, not knowing what to do with me.  She loved me through the stubbornness of childhood.  And, she loved me as a rebellious teenager, who made every mistake in the book.

Only she knew how to love me.  She didn't ground me, yell at me, and micromanage me.  She loved me the way I needed to be loved and let me grow up.  She was always there and I always knew where to find her.  I was given the perfect mother.

She taught me to love nature....and nature walks.  She taught me to love trees and flowers and how to love a pet.  She talks me through things when I'm frustrated and at the end of my rope.  She worries and prays for me, only the way a mother can.  My mother who has become my friend.

Thank you mom, for all you have done for me.  For making me the person that I am today.  I have not always been easy to love and I reach out in thankfulness for you today.  For all you have done, and all that you are.  You are beautiful and I love you.

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