This I Believe

Erica - Toppenish, Washington
Entered on January 11, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
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Ever since I was little my mom has been there to buy me that Barbie that I have been wanting are, to give me the hug I needed after my two older sisters made me cry. Both my parents have been there constantly but there’s a bond between mother and daughter. Like you’ll do anything to make you’re little girl happy.

Being my mom’s daughter I watched her with awe in everything that she did; I thought she was the real Wonder Woman running around the house tacking of us helping us with our homework and cooking at the same time. One thing that I didn’t understand was why she would buy me a Barbie doll instead of getting her self a new pair of pants or boots are after I had my surgery on my wrist summer before this school year, it was beyond me why she would want to stay home with me and comfort me for a week instead of going to work. When it all finely made sense to me that doing this made her happy. She was buying me clothes and staying home from work because it made her happy to see that I was happy.

My mom set a great example for me, to do what I need to make my self happy, whether it’s counting my pennies to get a loved one something are going out of my way to give them a hug maybe taking a day off to help them relax at home. She taught me that making my self happy comes in all kinds of different ways, and that some day when I have kids I might understand why she does what she does.

Maybe someday my kids will look at with awe like I’m Wonder Women and wonder why I buy them that toy instead of getting my self those heels I’ve been dying to have, why I would rather go to there school play are clean up there throw up instead of going to work. They’ll know it’s because I love them and it makes me happy to see them happy.