to my mother

did you know i am a lucky person? there is a wonderful woman out there, one who loves me more than anything and will even wash the diahria off me in the middle of the night. this woman is my mother. she is always there for me, and has always been one of my best friends. i am so amazingly blessed to have such a mother. the only thing that troubles me about our relationship, is that i am so far away on the day dedicated to celebrating her.
this past year i have been honored to renew my relationship with her. i have been awed by her resilience, her determination, and her courage. her love for the world and the joy in her soul have inspired me. i have been encouraged by her persistance despite obsticales and her endless compassion. this woman has taught me so much and i'm so thankful and proud of my mother.
there is no one else like her. as i go cutting my own path through the woods of this world, i strive to live up to her example and to heed her many words of wisdom. i thank God daily for the loved she has shown, for both me and others, and the lessons she has taught. i know that God will continue to bless others through her.
so thank you mom. thank you for reminding me this year about patience and love that stoops to wash another's feet and even their underwear. Thank you for telling me your story and teaching me to wash both clothes and dishes with care and a smile on saturday mornings. thank you for the games of scrable and the episodes of mash. thank you for enduring heat, and distance, and exhaustion to continue caring for the world. you are an inspiration and a friend. blessings to you on this day for mothers. i love you so much.

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  1. EnnsplaceJune 8, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    Wow, usually mothers just try to share how life is about taking steps forward (and backwards) gracefully. My daughter has a few blinders on (for that I am blessed). But mostly I am blessed to have her and to learn from her. Mostly I want to say thank you back. Life is in the rainbows, both the beginnings (where the storm lies, yes even the sandstorms) and at the ends (where new journeys and experiences begin. you are loved, mum

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