
Until you reach the age of having children of your own, you tend to take so many things for granted. Your mom is always there wiping your nose, brushing away a tear, putting band-aids on your knees, encouraging, nurturing, cheering you on, and most of all-always loving you.
No matter how old you are-you always look up to your mom and say to yourself-I wish I could be just like her. I don't know how she did it, but my mom survived raising me. When I was small I threw temper tantrums, locked her out of the car in the pouring rain, and ran-ran-ran from her so I didn't have to come into the house. I indulged in being a real brat.
Moms have a phenomenal amount of patience--with that, we grow up and choose our own path in life and perhaps become a mom--Now I understand what it takes to be a mom.
My mom is a thousand beautiful memories, each one making a mark on my heart. I love you for being you!