I Believe My Mother Was Right

Carol - Mount Solon, Virginia
Entered on September 21, 2008
Age Group: 30 - 50
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I believe my mother was right

This I believe. For the longest time that small statement eluded me. What do I believe I wondered? At first, the obvious ones came to me:

I believe in God.

I believe in love.

I believe in family and friendship.

I believe in being kind to others.

I believe that hard work WILL pay off.

I believe I should take more time to read my favorite books.

Then it occurred to me, I believe I’ll go take a bubble bath or maybe a nap.

This is when I realized that my mother had it right–she believed in everything.

My mother had a way of believing in most everything she said:

“I believe you left the water running”

“I believe it’s your turn to do the dishes”

“I believe you have some homework to do”

“I believe its time for bed”

“I believe you need a bath”

On the other hand, sometimes she was afraid–she’d say:

“I’m afraid that dress is ruined”

“I’m afraid the dog can’t sleep on your bed”

“I’m afraid you HAVE to eat your peas”

And worst if all–”I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until your father gets home”

I liked the “believes” better, there were more of them and they could sometimes be pleasant:

“I believe we’ll go to the pool today”

“I believe your cousin is going to come spend the weekend”

“I believe we should go to the mall”

I never realized how much of an impact these daily “I believes” had on my life until I tried to write and essay on ONE thing I believe. Why should I believe in a limited number of things? Aren’t the small things just as important? It’s OK to be afraid but to believe in something—believing in many things—that’s what gets me out of bed every day.

And my mother would say:

“I believe you are right!”