When you're a little girl, you are constantly searching for an idea of beauty to live up to. Let me tell you something, my mother is beautiful. I constantly looked at her and thought to myself, "Man, I just hope that one day I am as beautiful as my mother". Her hair always perfect in it's own way. She taught me how to do my makeup and appreciate the art of makeup design. She taught me that we should always treat our bodies with respect, because if we don't do that then we lose respect from our bodies and it will bite us in the butt.
Her eyes have always amazed me. Golden brown with a few flakes of dark brown. Always filled with kindness. She smiles with her eyes. You can see the kindness radiating from her heart and out through her eyes. So many stories, cautions, lessons, ideas, warnings, feelings of love can be seen in my mother's eyes.
She'll always rag on her smile. Always saying her teeth aren't as straight, white or perfect as she would want them to be, but her smile, oh man... My mother's smile is one of my greatest memories. She was always smiling. Whenever I am scared or nervous, she is always there to smile at me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. Her smile is a reminder that God has a plan for everything that happens, so we simply need to nod our heads, take his hand, and let him guide us through this journey of life.
The next thing I adore about my mother is her laugh... It's loud and you can identify it from miles away, but it is one of the most glorious things I have ever heard. Simple, Carefree, Happy. That is my mother's laugh.
Oh how her singing voice gives me chills... I remember being little and sitting through the service and then my mom got to sing a solo. It was beautiful. Her voice flows through the air and seems to soothe any of my fears or worries... She may think that she can no longer sing (due to a doctor's mistake) but I will always think of her voice as a voice that was given to her by God for a reason. Beautiful, Smooth, Inspiring.
Another marvelous thing about this woman is her kindness. I have never seen such a kind human being. She is currently a nurse and I don't think she could have picked a better profession. Whenever I go to visit her at work it seems that everyone of her patients tell me that she is the nicest nurse they've ever had... I would agree with them. She has kindness towards you no matter how many knives you've stabbed in her heart and that amazes me. It's like there is a never ending supply of kindness that just lives in her heart 24/7. I hope that one day I can be as kind and gentle as her. I strive to make such a difference in peoples lives with my kindness, just like she has.
So far with the way I have written this, it seems as if my mother has had the easiest life and she was just blessed in every way. Wrong. My mother has endured trial after trial and sometimes I wonder if it will ever stop. Family. Work. Life. It just seems as if life throws things at her left and right and she never gets a break. But do you want to know something? My mother is strong. I amazed by her strength every day of my life. When life throws something at her, she takes things in stride and comes out with a still positive attitude. How does she do it? I would've fallen down countless times if I would have had to endure those trials, but she keeps on truckin'. I am simply amazed. She has given me her strength in some ways. I am beginning to realize that I am like my mother when it comes to enduring things and moving on. I mean, everything happens for a reason, right?
There are so many things rushing through my head right now about my mother, but I don't know how to write it down. Strength. Courage. Kindness. Love. Hugs. Kisses. Security. Blessed. Amazing. Never Broken. Endurance. Perfect.
I hear people complain about becoming like their mother, but I couldn't ask for anything better. I strive to be as faithful as my mother. As strong as her, as smart as her, as brave as her, as beautiful as her (inside and out). I'm crying as I write this because I can't imagine anybody else that I would want for a mother. She is such a wonderful role model and I thin God did right when he chose her to be my mother.
My mother is strong, beautiful, and capable of handling anything you throw her way. She has taught me to be independent and to fight for what I want. So after all this typing I will say that yes, my mom is the best in the world. I can't wait to go home this weekend and give her a hug, because after all, her arms are one of my favorite places to be. I love my Momma Bear.
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