My mother was a strong woman, with a big heart. My sister and I always knew that we were her number one priority. She didn’t have to say it, she she showed us every day. She dedicated most of her free time to us, and seemed to be very happy with her choice. She encouraged us to work hard, try new things, travel, and step out of our comfort zone.
I never questioned her authority, she was firm, but her eyes was always smiling. She believed that participating in gossip, and negative talk about others (even when it was true,) would give you a negative prosperity debt. She also believed the opposite, that by thinking, speaking, and treating others in an uplifting, honorable way, you become a happier person. She was a doer, but always humble, and kind. She was just as stubborn as my daughter’s mother. She focused on what she could do, on solutions, no matter the situation. She was no angel, but willingly admitted when she was wrong, and made her best to make up for her mistakes. She didn’t make excuses. I never heard her curse, or saw her angry. I did see her cry, but mostly I saw her smile. Her smile is my strongest memory of her. To me, she will always represent the picture of a strong woman.
Being a mother is the most wonderful feeling in the world. I know that now. I know that my mom experienced that. Thinking of that makes me happy. When I look into my daughter’s eyes, I see my mother’s eyes smiling back at me. Happy Mother’s Day!