I was doing the things girls do and lamenting my baby ravaged body.
Suddenly, in my mind's eye, I was sitting on the corner of the master bath tub of my childhood home watching my mom get herself ready for the day. The tilt of her head as she applied her mascara. The "o" shaped mouth that all women adopt to apply the product flawlessly. She seamlessly moved from one task to the next to make herself ready for the world. I remember seeing some of the same tokens of motherhood on her own body.
Suddenly, I was staring at my own reflection again. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh.
"I am my mother."
I am my mother.
Again, I am my mother.
I am intense, focused and driven.
I like money. I especially like to spend your money.
I am a doer. And that means I want you to be one too. So hurry up.
I have an innate love of animals and their welfare.
I'll take the shirt off of my back to clothe you.
But if you piss me off, I'll yell at you while I do it.
I like to function. It keeps the hamsters in my brain quiet.
I can cook a good meal.
I am driven to protect the weak.
I am a problem solver.
I am a mamma bear.
I'm particular and I don't mind letting you know it.
I expect the best from myself.
And from the people I love.
I love teaching and am pretty good at it.
When I do love, and it's not something that comes quickly or easily, I do it fiercely.
I don't have tons of friends, but the ones I hold dear have earned their place in my life and are some of the best people in the world.
I'm my own biggest critic.
I value education. I strive to keep educating myself as I am asked to take on new responsibilities and enter into new chapters of my life.
I'm not afraid to seem weak by living a faith based life.
I'm so very proud to say, "I'm totally my mother."
|Happy Mother's Day, Mom.|
(originally posted 5/11/2011)