How do I even begin to describe the way I feel about my mom? There are so many things I can say about her.
Mom has devoted her entire life to her family. From the time that she and Dad married, they both always agreed that she would be a stay-home parent. My parents had very traditional gender roles in our home. Mom took care of the home and kids, and Dad worked outside of the home and made the financial income. But her role was so much greater than she has ever been given credit for. Mom raised us with so much love, so much protection, and so much praise. We all grew up knowing that we were loved, and she never belittled us. She lifted us up and made sure we had the confidence we needed in life. Mom was a prayer warrior and still is to this day. Our own failures have been our own and not a result of how we were raised.
I give Mom so much praise for the sacrifice that she made to put her own life aside for us. I know that she could have done other things in life, but she never wanted anyone else raising her kids. I remember when I was younger, I would tell her that I wish she worked too, because I only selfishly saw the financial gain and the material things we could have had. But I now understand that Mom gave us a priceless gift by being home with us. I have learned so much from Mom. I have been molded to who I am because of who she has been. I have taken so many of my traits from her and the way that I view faith and family. I believe that I am the mother I am because of my own mom. I have always put everything aside and turned down opportunities because of my kids; and to this day, I have no regrets.
Mom is a mother-figure to so many other people. Everyone that she encounters instantly loves her because she brings out so much joy and cheer. She has a smile that lights up a room, and her laugh is jolly and contagious. Her hugs are something that you never want to let go of. When she holds you, you just melt in her arms; and whatever may be bothering you just comes out in tears. She has a gift of speaking and discerning when something is wrong. She has a sixth sense, a gut feeling, a woman’s intuition – however you want to word it, it’s a God-given gift that she can sense when things aren’t right.
I know that I won’t always have Mom here. But one thing I know is that I will never have regrets about the time we have spent together. We talk every single day, and I have a special bond with her like no other. It is my hope and my prayer for many more years with her. But Mom has often said, “If God takes me tomorrow, I will be ready. I will have lived a happy life. I have seen my children grown, and I have seen all of my grandchildren alive.” I’m not ready for that day, but when it comes, I know I will have beautiful memories of the greatest woman I know!
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