Mamas

Is one day out of the year to honor our mothers really sufficient? Probably not. To the women who gave us life, taught us how to safely cross a street, kissed our bruised bodies and egos, and taught us right from wrong, I salute you. You are who make the world go round. You are who raised the world leaders of today and are currently raising the ones of tomorrow. Mothers are not only the ones who raise you and gives birth to you, but the women you come into contact with every day that teach you lasting truths. My aunts were second mothers to me and still are very much so to this day. These women have taught me how to be a great woman, just by the examples that I see out of them every day. I wish everyone I knew, had a chance to meet these great women. They would be better for having known them. On this day to pay homage to our mothers, I'd like to discuss my own precious mother and how she has shaped me into the woman I am today. She is very much her mother, and I am very much mine. That's ok because the woman that raised her was great, and the woman that raised me, was great as well. Selfless almost to a fault, she taught me how to love with a christlike love. Her example of this is what fuels my compassion for people I come into contact with every day. My mother has taken the time to get to know me in such a  way, that I could walk into a room smiling and laughing but hurting inside and my mother knows. She would immediately say, "whats wrong?" and wouldn't accept a "nothing" answer. This continues even 2000 miles away. Just by the tone of my voice when I say hello to her, she can tell when I'm happy and when I'm not. My mom often tells me that I can call day or night if I need to talk, that the hour does not matter. I have never called her in the middle of the night just to chat, although she tells me all the time I can. It's nice to know that should I choose to call her at 3am just to shoot the breeze, she'd be up and ready to talk to me. She's amazing like that. She's the hardest worker I know, not just in her occupation, but in all aspects of her life. Her work is never done, it seems like. She is always doing for other people. I am the person I am today, because of her. 

When I surprised my mom by coming home for Christmas. 

This photo almost makes me cry every time. 

Can't you see the adoration in her eyes?!?!