For my mother...

My mother…I don’t even know where to start. Is it even possible to love someone so much that you can’t even describe it? I guess so…because that is how I feel about my mother. My mother is the most beautiful person in the whole entire world to me. Everything that she does and everything that she stands for can’t be described in this life time. I know that many don’t understand her and many may even think that at times she is crazy, but none can say that they have never been touched by her love and amazing outlook in life. Many leave her conversation with their eyes and mouths wide open, because having a conversation with my mother is like stepping out of this evil world for a while and experiencing something real, like you have never experienced real before. Many times I sit and think…where does she get it from? Where does she come from? Who is she? To this day it still remains a mystery to me, but I am the proudest, luckiest daughter in the world to have her as my mother.

She is the only person in the whole world that knows just how to make my worst day seem like nothing ever went wrong. She is the only one who truly understands me, better than I even understand myself. She is the only one who brings real joy and peace into my life and can make me laugh and when I say laugh I don’t mean giggle, I mean screaming with laughter! She is the only one who makes all the things that I think are wrong in my life, disappear.  My mother is my best friend and I know that with her I am never alone. If ever I feel down or need to scream and shout I just phone my mother and speak to her and she does the same when she is feeling down or needs to scream and shout. It’s as if we are two small girls who can only speak to each other when something goes wrong. My mother is the epitome of strength and courage like I have never seen before.

My mother is a truly remarkable woman and without her, my life would have no meaning. She has taught me everything that I know and she has made me everything that I am. Her love to me is like soul food. I actually really cannot describe and express properly in this blog post who my mother is, what she is like and what she means to me, because honestly it’s just something I can’t describe. My mom describes our relationship like the movie ‘Spanglish’. Maybe if you watched the movie you will understand what I am trying to say. All I know is that I am my mother’s daughter!!!! J