Moms and daughters seem to have up 'n down relationships. When we are young we think our dads can hang the moon. The moms, who have been taking care of the home, the children, the homework, you-name-it, get to play second fiddle. But as young girls turn into women our eyes begin to open and we begin to truly appreciate all our mothers did for us, we begin to see how strong our moms are. Of course, when we have children of our own, it really sinks in and we finally understand the depth of a mother's feelings for her child.
I know (especially in my teenage years) I've crushed my mom's heart a time or two, hurt her feelings. Not intentionally, just asserting my independence or lack of patience over something stupid. As a mother to a daughter I've experienced the same thing, payback is definately a bitch! But, mom loves me anyway!
Growing up I always felt I had more in common with my dad. He's a drag racer, lives for cars and I've followed in his footsteps every step of the way. But I have a lot in common with mom, too. We both love to read, especially murder/mysteries. She (along with her mom) taught me how to cook, bake, sew, all activities that I enjoy to this day. She's always up for a day trip to San Francisco, a drive to a tea room, hitting some antique shops. Looking through older eyes I can see that I've always been a combination of the two.
She's set an excellent example of sticking to your morals, sticking to your commitments, being a compassionate person, a good wife, mother and grandmother. She's always doing for others, whether it be baking them a treat or a gift from her sewing room.
To quote Abraham Lincoln, "All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother".
Happy birthday, Mom! I love you!
I'm linking up to Inspire me Tuesday, I can't think of anyone or anything who inspires me more than my mom!
