All I am I owe to my mother.
My mother taught me everything except how to live without her.
Eleven words. Yet when arranged in this particular order the truth of them is almost too much to bear. Even now as I reread them (for the thousandth time, mind you) I find myself catching my breath, and quiet frankly, freaking out.
I am who I am today because of my mom. Besides for all of the lessons and values that she has instilled in me, she has always been a safe place. A person who I can go to with my troubles and joys, never feeling anything other than love and support. I cannot imagine the day I will have to say good-bye.
My mother taught me everything except how to live without her.
But maybe, the love, support and values are her way of slowly preparing me for ‘one day’. To teach me how to love and show compassion. To encourage me everyday to be the best person I can be. To take pieces of her and pass them on to the people who I come in contact with everyday.
My mother taught me everything except how to live without her.
Except I’m not done learning, mama.
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