She’s the first person I saw that loved me, when I came into this world.
Their was just something special about mommy, that made her different from everyone else that held me.
It was in her touch, and smell I guess that made me stop crying.
She would just hold me and everything else would be okay, as long as my mommy held me close to her.
We had a connection between us that no one could replace.
She encouraged me as I walked my first steps and said my first words but, she never pushed me, she let me do it in my own time.
I didn’t wanna leave mommy, my first day of preschool. It would be the first time I’d ever been away from her. But somehow I survived without her for a few hours everyday.
Summer came and we’d go to the carnivals. She’d ride with me on the carousal, or if she couldn’t ride along she’d help me get on the ride, and watch her little girl have the best time of her life.
And in her own way she was too watching me.
I grew up fast how all children do, I remember my mom would always help me do my hair. I wanted it to be pretty, and I knew she always knew how to do it so perfect. She’d help me learn to put on makeup, and show me what to wear, though I didn’t always like the outfits she’d pick, but I’d always end up wearing them.
Soon mommies little girl became a woman, we cried together only my reason was of coarse different than hers. I was in pain and she was crying because she knew her baby could have a baby someday now.
All teens go through things and they need mother, daughter talks.
We had several, we’d talk about all the things I wasn’t, and all the things I couldn’t have, we’d cry until we couldn’t cry anymore. She always seemed to have the right things to say to me, that made me feel so special, it always made things all better.
Years later I found a letter that she wrote about me saying “No money could buy the looks, smiles, and laughter when she waves hello to us from the rides.”
As a child I didn’t understand how my mother felt about me, of coarse you sense the love that she shows, but you don’t have any idea about how she truly feels for you.
Growing up I’ve seen more now then ever, that a mother understands what a child doesn’t say.
I know I will never know how much my mother loves me, or how a mother feels about her child until I become a mother someday.
I’ve watched my mother tend to her own mother over the years.
She’s always taken care of her every need. This past year, she was in the hospital, and had two major surgeries. She was in the hospital for one month, my mother was by her side around the clock. Leaving her only when she had to go home and sleep leaving family with her.
She’s a good daughter to her mother.
My mother has been a faithful wife, for twenty-one years to my daddy.
Always putting a good home cooked meal on the table for us or she’ll tell daddy were going out tonight!
She always makes sure daddy’s hair looks good, and his clothes go together.
Even though my mom doesn’t work, it paid off in the long run, because she has always been there for her girls, which is the most important thing to us.
Mom grew up in the church, but she never really had a real relationship with God until she got older.
Then she began to really understand more about what being a Christian really is all about.
I’ve seen her in her room on her knees talking to God, praying for us girls, praying for answers in this life. She wants only wants the best for her girls. She shows us daily how to make a difference in this world, and to put Him first always.
I can honestly say, she’ll have no regrets. She’s raised us girls the best any mother ever could.
She’s my role model, and no one could ever replace her.
God placed us mother, and daughter for a reason and I am so grateful to him.
She’s a mother that I hope to be someday!
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