“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.” –Sophia Loren
When I grow up, I hope I am the woman and mother that my own mother is.
My mother embodies compassion. She has this way of making people feel loved, important and welcome with just a simple conversation.
My mother is creative. The things she creates amazes me. I can dog-ear seasons of my life with craft projects she was working on.
My mother has a great sense of humor. No matter what, I am sure that we’ll be laughing about something–even if I call her when upset.
My mother has taught me important lessons. These have become blueprints that I have been able to follow without fail.
My mother loves to watch football with my Dad. Sometimes watching them interact is more interesting than the game itself.
My mother knows so many people. When I go home and drive though town in her car, my arm gets sore from waving at everybody. Going to the store with her is a guarantee you will have a lengthy talk with at least a few of them.
My mother has been my biggest fan. She has cheered me on when no one else was there. I also respect her wisdom when she has had to correct me along the way.
My mother is my everything. She was my first best friend, but always a parent no matter what. She grows more dear to me with every passing year. I am in awe of how beautiful a person she is.
My mother is shorter than me. I am her daughter, but I am also her bodyguard.
My mother is not to be messed with. I learned from watching her that the saying, never mistake my kindness for weakness, is fact.
My mother is my teacher. I have learned many things about myself by listening to her.
My mother is a survivor. I learned more about hope and perseverance through her journey.
My mother means the world to me. More than just one day a year, I celebrate the woman I am honored to call my mother.
I love you, Mom. Thanks for everything.