The soft words that come from my mothers lips every morning when she gently rubs my back to wake me up are the most cherished words of my day. The glow of my mothers smile is the most amazing sight to see. The tears I cry with my mother after embracing love, despair, or grief, are the most treasured moments of my life. A mother is the most important person in a female child, teenager, young adult, mother, or even grandmother’s life.
The first memory I can think of as a child with my mother was when she was pregnant with my sister. I had accidentally spilled my violet-red cranberry juice on my blanket while I concentrated on the small television projecting the cartoon, “The Little Mermaid.” I quickly flipped over the blanket, hoping that if I did that, the stain would magically disappear. However, the stain presumed its place on the embroidered, white blanket. My mother walked in the room, and immediately could recognize my guilt. As tears began to swell up in my eyes, I flipped over the blanket, hoping that she wouldn’t be too mad at what I had done. She smiled, and said, “It’s alright. I’m a mother; I know how to do laundry.” My heart began to settle, and that amazing smile made me realize that no matter what, everything would be alright.
As I grew older, my mother faced more and more difficult decisions. One being me finally wanting to be able to wear a thong. It doesn’t sound all that important, but let me tell you, IT IS! I remember walking up to her bedroom and breaking the news that I wanted to move on from the ‘granny panties’ onto smaller, yet better things. I expected a response that would make me want to close my ears and squint my eyes, but instead, I received a much calmer, cool, and composed response. My mother had at that moment became my best friend. She made me realize that I had no reason to ever think that I would be judged by her.
The most challenging time in my life was the summer in between my 7th and 8th grade year. It was the summer of discovery, as I like to call it; however, it was also the summer of regrets. The best part about it was that my mom was their standing next to me every step of the way. At no point in time did my mom ever ignore my worries, or avoid my needs. She let me make my own decisions, but made sure I was aware of my consequences. She was doing her job as a mother, with a little hint of friendship, but if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have made it through those tough times.
Even though every time I go anywhere with my mom, people tell us, “Oh my, you two could be twins,” I roll my eyes as if I am frustrated, deep inside it’s only because I don’t want to admit that I love looking like my role model. Every female, no matter what age, should enjoy the wonders of a mother, because a mother is the most important person in a female’s journey through life.
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