When I Grow Up, I Want To Be Like My Mother

When I think about my mother, the first word that comes to mind is SAINT.

That’s truly the first word I’d used to describe her. And I’m 100000% sure that everyone who knows my mother would also say the exact same thing. She’s kind, genuine, caring, funny, level-headed, the glue that holds everything together. Without my mom, I’m nothing. It’s that simple. And if I could be half the woman my mother is, I’m going to be just fine.

As I get older, I realize more and more just how much of a gem my mother is. She really is such a spectacular human being. I appreciate every single thing my mom did and continues to do: From making my bed, making me lunch, driving my friends and I all over, returning countless packages, doing my laundry, remembering everything so I don’t have to, and SO. MUCH. MORE.

My mom…ugh, I love her so much. When I’m finally an adult (nope, almost 26 doesn’t count as an adult in my book), I want to be just like my mother, Bonnie.

My mom shows me the meaning of unconditional love.

No matter what, my mom is on my side. Through the good, the bad, or the ugly, that woman is standing next to me through it all. My mom has always guided me, and influenced my decisions. If I happen to make a bad decision, she always helps me learn from them. She doesn’t harp on my mistakes, make me feel bad about my mistakes, or anything of those sorts. Instead, she helps me be a better person. My mom is there for me if I need someone to talk to, or if I just need to know she’s here for me if I do want to talk. She FOREVER puts people above her. She would give someone in need her very last penny if it meant happiness for someone else. This is one of the most admirable qualities of my mom.

She’s my biggest cheerleader, and always around.

My mom has been around since day 1. I’m lucky enough that my mom was a stay-at-home mom, so she always took me to school. Always picked me up from school, practice, whatever. And was only late ONCE;) (PS: Mom, you know exactly what time I’m talking about!!!) She was class mom since I was in kindergarten — always coming on class trips, always on lunch duty, or bringing supplies for class parties. My mom was always around, and always so involved with my school and extracurricular activities. She would be at every basketball game, every volleyball game, every softball game, and every track meet that she could. Whether she was cheering me on from the sidelines, or waiting for me at the finish line, my mother was always cheering me on. She knows me better than I know myself, even when I don’t want to admit it. She’s my best friend.

So much of me is her.

The older I get, the more I appreciate my mother. And the older I get, the more qualities I see in myself. We are both extremely sensitive people. We cry at most things (no matter how sad/happy they are), we love wholeheartedly, and deep down, we’re both so caring. We like the same things (like crime shows, Sons of Anarchy, etc.). My sister definitely has more of my dad’s qualities, and I’d have to say I carry more of my mom’s qualities.

Mommy, if you’re reading this (which I know you are), I hope you know how much I admire you and how much I love you. Thank you for everything you’ve done, and I hope I continue to make you proud. You are my own angel on Earth and I am so happy that I am your daughter. One day, when I am a mother, I can only hope that I can be half the mom you are to Nicole and I. You’ve raised us to be the best we can be, and we owe so much to you. I love you so much!


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