Very few things in life come close to the love between a mother and her child.
That’s what my mom taught me.
After all these years she is still teaching me lessons to spare the harsh ones handed out by life. On account of me moving away from home, truly on my own now, this is a tribute to my mother.
To the woman who taught me how to love, thank you for showing me what true love and forgiveness looks like. You show the love of Jesus every time you stand up to do the right thing and make sacrifices for the happiness of others.
To the woman who taught me to have thick skin, thank you for teaching me that life isn’t nice and neat and wrapped up in a pink bow. It hurts. It bruises and makes you bleed the fears of doubt. Because of you I can face this big world with a confident heart.
To the woman who taught me never to be a fair-weather friend, thank you for instilling commitment and loyalty in my heart. Being a steady, consistent friend is why I’ve found the beautiful souls I call my best friends. I owe that to you.
To the woman who taught me “pretty is as pretty does,” thank you for those long nights of whispering in my ear, as an awkward junior high girl, that it matters what’s on the inside. Not the outside. Because the best things come from within, not your appearance.
Most of all, to the woman who taught me to chase after everything I’ve ever aspired to be. People may think I’m blazing a trail to be my own women, but really I aspire to be just like you.
Strong. Loyal. Loving. Tenacious. Laugh out loud funny. Honest. My mother.